While I Wait

A few weeks ago I felt the Spirit’s prompting to make a batch of homemade chocolate chip cookies. The invitation did not feel uncanny; I love nudges to create. Instead, I was curious about the message I would receive in the process. Baking chocolate chip cookies is a ritual I practice during seasons of the…

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Burning life scripts.

“I’ll never pierce my cartilage. That is just gross.” I said the words to my mother and sister with the absolute, undeniable certainty every 15-year-old possesses.

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Resisting the Zombie

October is here and Halloween is fast approaching. Talk about costumes is filling every corner of my world. Last year, both boys picked out ninja costumes on a whim while we were gallivanting through Costco.

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Bravery with Self

As I was preparing my talk for the Brave On Conference, I was searching for clues as to why March 22, 1990, was the day that changed my life. It was a pivotal day that ended my 25 years struggle of an eating disorder addiction.

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What if I don’t get on the plane?

My body cracked and popped as I gently entered the lime green office in my parents house. A twin mattress and an air mattress lay on the floor one holding my son, the other left open for me.

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Living Into Grace

Recently a friend invited me to consider, “What would living into a season of grace be like for me?” I felt stymied as I began to wonder, “What if that were even possible?”

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Pie On My Face

“What are you going to do with an empty nest?”  “Will you downsize?” “The house will be so quiet now!” “You are going to miss your kids…” The day was fast approaching when a new season would begin for my husband, our daughter, and me. Friends had shared their genuine concern. When I scheduled a…

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Ecclesiastes

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.  —Ecclesiastes 3:1 The honeysuckles are lush along the roadside as I drive north from the house to the grocery store, the woods on either side reminding me of home—my old home.

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