Breathing Again

A dear friend gave us a plaque that said, “Home is where your story begins.” It is also where we live, suffer, and tell the stories that matter to us. Home is where we are called to remember all that has transpired under our roof and to anticipate another home that will be the glory…

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Shifting Seasons

I’m finding myself in a strange sort of liminal space as I await the birth of my daughter. She’s with us, but not quite here. We’re standing at the threshold of what will be, counting down the days until we can fully step into this new season of life.

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The Indelible Wave

I walked into the tattoo shop, and everybody inside stopped what they were doing to look at me.  The expressions on their faces read, “Um, are you lost, lady?”

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Class of ’96

“In ten years, she sees herself working as a physical therapist and married, with two children.”

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Am I Enough

Colored pencils, water-color paints, and paper were the tactile elements offered to those of us present during a recent Sunday morning service where we were invited to use these items to represent the questions offered for contemplation.

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A Remembrance of War

I have two French dueling guns that I set out each Memorial Day and on July Fourth as a reminder of the high cost of freedom.

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Are You Who You Want to Be?

I sent a dramatic SOS text message to my husband this afternoon.

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