…but it’s much more complicated than I thought. To write about it, anyways. Yesterday I wrote a description of a running horse herd in an open pasture and found myself
…but it’s much more complicated than I thought. To write about it, anyways. Yesterday I wrote a description of a running horse herd in an open pasture and found myself
Saturday and Sunday, Adam and I volunteered at Global Weekend at Mariners. It was freeing, somehow, to be in a mass of noble, everyday people, pounding nails and hanging black
…is that it’s just so tough for me to grasp. Yesterday, Adam worked a little over 12 hours. I felt awful, baking muffins and sending out rejected resumes and writing
Rather than a lengthy preamble, here is a letter I sent to nearly everyone I know in the great state of California: Hi Friends – I’m not given to writing
“Quit thinking about it,” Adam said, “And just write.” He’s sent me brainstorming tips, bothered me when I’m browsing facebook, and insisted that I’m genius, creative, totally capable of being
Oh my everything. We’re married. No, seriously. Adam and I got married. Remember, the planning? The sparkles? The tumbly who got tied up in knots of butterflies? The hunting for
(Thank God it’s Friday ‘Cuz I Don’t Think I Can Take Anymore) This week at work was a lil’ dramatic. Freak-outs happened, scary phone calls were made and we all
You’ve set me free from meaninglessness, from mediocrity, from listless life. You daily set us free from ourselves, from our bad judgment and selfishness and the lies that we enslave
So begins of my favorite Church of Christ stand-bys: “There’s a stirring/deep within me/could it be my time has come/when I see my gracious Savior/face to face when all is
LA Times Refuses to Release Tape of Obama Praising Controversial Activist