I have read that Eskimos have numerous different words in their native tongue to represent snow in all of its forms. I find that brilliant. I confess I am a word nerd. I have often joked that I should be a neologist {maker of words} because reading the dictionary might be one of my favorite … More Not enough words.
So, as you may or may not know, I ruptured my Achilles at the end of August. The right one. Which means I currently have no memory of driving and I don’t have remotely any idea how to walk with confidence on my own two feet. I headed up to Malibu on July 22nd feeling … More I don’t got this.
Do you have that thing that grabs at you like a thread to be pulled, and suddenly your time runs like quicksand; hours have been lost; you feel angry and defeated, and you wondered how you got there? For some it is reruns of the OC, others, your FB feed or Pinterest, yet others, cleaning … More A ridiculous confession…
I have a dear friend who is wise and beautiful and thoughtful; she has a great sense of humor and a deep love for the Lord and she asked me recently how I navigated the shift in identity from single to married to having kids. It was a big and broad and heavy question, and … More Identity Shift
Years ago, I ventured to an Irish pub in downtown Seattle with my witty husband and a few of his dear friends from his glory days at Westmont College. One girl in particular, Joy, captured my attention with her hilarity and easy spirit and I thought, man, if we lived in the same city, we would surely be fast friends. … More Love Story for Joy
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