Ruptured

Three weeks ago, I ruptured my Achilles tendon. We were two days short of boarding a boat to make the long trek home, at the tail end of an epic day at Malibu; I had chased and carried my 3 boys {6,4 and 1} around camp,  more than once been called “supermom” {the flatteringly annoying moniker I … More Ruptured

Lies!

I have this dear friend who is lovely and organized and plans beautifully and loves well, and who has grown more than just about anyone I know in the past couple years in terms of authenticity and depth and truth-telling. And despite how different we are in all our facets, something about us just works. … More Lies!

And so it begins…

{via} I am back at the place where it all began, really: a beautiful Young Life property tucked in a serene little inlet off the coast of Canada.  This place, Malibu, is my heart’s respite. It is a place where years and years ago, I discovered the fullness of life that we all yearn for. … More And so it begins…