Red Tent Living

reframing femininity

Reaching for Play

Clouds move in and the wind picks up. Sunny, blue skies turn gray and thunder ripples west. Another Saturday’s desperate attempt at play, thwarted. Continue reading “Reaching for Play”

Room At The Table

At the end of 2016, I was invited to participate in Red Tent Living’s first-ever Brave On conference. Continue reading “Room At The Table”

I Came, I Saw…

Don’t be afraid, for I am with you. Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with my victorious right hand. Is 41:10 NLT

In 2015, I went to Kenya, Africa, on a mission trip. I, as in me. As in… me and Kenya and mission trip together in the same sentence. Surreal, yet real. Continue reading “I Came, I Saw…”

Adventure at Sea!

Three girls….women actually, floating on a boat near Boca Grande Pass chumming for shark. We were looking for an adventure. Or shall I say looking for a climax to our adventure of three girls….women actually, boating in Boca Grande Pass. Continue reading “Adventure at Sea!”

How the Light Gets In

“Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness,
I live in another dimension, and I do not have time for things that have no soul.”

–Charles Bukowski

There’s a little coffee shop in town where I like to write. The last time I was there, I noticed a massive crack in the concrete floor that ran like a fault line right beneath my chair. Continue reading “How the Light Gets In”

If The Worst Should Happen

“What’s your deepest fear?” the survey asked.

I chuckled.

“All of the fears,” was my response. Continue reading “If The Worst Should Happen”

Cultivating Abundance

I was paying bills a few weeks ago when I felt an uncanny sense of joy overcome me, a feeling I’d not experienced before while completing such a task. Often when I pay bills I get grumpy and disgruntled to be lessening the reserves in our bank account. Continue reading “Cultivating Abundance”

Smack Dab Between Godzilla and Boobs

My five year old and I sat together at the table in his therapist’s office waiting for our play time to begin. His therapist reminded me that we would play for twenty minutes and during the first five minutes she would mark my performance so that she could review with me any areas needing improvment during the remainder of the time. Continue reading “Smack Dab Between Godzilla and Boobs”

A Bit More About The Brave On Story

Last year on a chilly summer Michigan morning I was standing in my closet, contemplating which pair of jeans would be most comfortable and facing down the reality that none of them seemed to qualify as a “well-worn, favorite pair of jeans” when my phone rang. Continue reading “A Bit More About The Brave On Story”

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