A Long Way Off

I wrote my first book ten years ago. You can buy the legit published version here on Amazon for, like, .01 dollars. I am not kidding. Or you can buy the cheaply… Continue reading right here

This is your Brain on FOMO

It happened again this morning. I was noodling around on instagram as the coffee sputtered into the pot and my eyes adjusted to daylight. And there it was, in saturated color, something… Continue reading right here

Friend Friday: McCall

Meet my friend, McCall. I wrote about her over here, and I wasn’t kidding when I said McCall is my younger self. We don’t look alike (I wish!), but we think and… Continue reading right here

An Expert at Refreshment

I just finished reading the book of Judges. It felt like I’d watched too many episodes of Law & Order back to back. Or tuned in to the news at six and… Continue reading right here

Cussing and Why I Quit Wishing for Compliant Kids

The way I remember it, she told me she was from France before she told me this was her first ever Christian Women’s Retreat, before she told me she was worried she… Continue reading right here

How to Know if You are More ADHD Than Your Kids

Maybe it’s the coffee. Maybe it’s the amount of details I have filed away in my overloaded brain after so many years. Maybe it’s the long years I spent learning to be… Continue reading right here

Rest From War

Bill and I are plain old church members these days after years of being the pastor-&-wife or staff-&-wife. After a few pangs of withdrawal from these roles, we find that we like… Continue reading right here

True Crime, Revisited

Today’s post is dedicated to our neighbors, Adam and Mary Hoyt, who were robbed – again – this week. (My post refers to an event that happened last year, but is uncanny… Continue reading right here

Friend Friday: New Haven Women

An old friend, Katie Purcell, who I asked to pray for me before heading to speak at a women’s retreat last weekend, painted the above picture on an old hymnal page just… Continue reading right here

Grace for (Your Kid’s) Bad Grades

He doesn’t remember saying it, but I remember. Moms do not forget it when their sons utter wisdom. We were talking about education, which not that long ago would have been rather… Continue reading right here

My Psalm

You have to be alone to write, which is the primary reason it’s strange that I am a writer. Sometimes I think God knows I’m in danger of social dehydration before I… Continue reading right here

When Life Isn’t Fair

I remember the first time I said, “It’s not fair” about something other than me not getting my way. I was in elementary school. My sister had fallen that summer—again—and was taken… Continue reading right here

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