I’m a cynic. I’m the one who asks the Devil Advocate questions, who snorts at simple answers, who absolutely rejects chain-letters and sappy news stories and nearly every hard-luck tale.
When we started leading a marriage group at our church, Adam and I stayed safe. We decided to make a group for “young couples” and hopefully get all of us
As I shared yesterday, this has been a rough week for my little heart. I’d far rather be writing about sparkles and eggnog and tidings of comfort and joy then
Some of you know that I’ve had a rough week around the Internets. I stuck my neck out and said something surprisingly unpopular, and, well, we tend to doubt our
Yesterday, I asked a general question to the social media lands, “how do you stay sane at Christmastime?” Overwhelmingly, the response I heard, and the response I’ve been hearing from
I’ve been challenged to participate in a memoir-writing exercise, and as you all well know, I love writing prompts so of course I said yes. Of course, these are not
(The following is what I wrote for the online obituary. Thanks to everyone for the love and prayers!) I was digging through my Grandma’s closet, looking for something or other.
I hate pretension. Probably most of my vigilant dislike comes from a sense that, given a foot or two of wiggle-room, I could easily become the arrogant, pretentious artist I
I love Easter. It’s about hope and new life and sunshine and little kids and the incredible love of God. We can’t get to the joy of Easter Sunday without