Lessons in Soup
I’ve been a little restless lately. I’m too old to try to be figuring out what my purpose is (I have flashbacks to a younger me, with huge hair and too bright lipstick, sitting in my college advisor’s...
View ArticleTo Live Inefficiently
Several months ago, a dear friend emailed me and asked me in an absurdly flattering, but not-at-all-rhetorical way, “How in the world do you get everything done in your life?” And in my Type A,...
View ArticleOh, The Stuff Love Does (Part I)
A few months ago, I started reading a book that I should have read way more than a few months ago. Many people told me I had to read Love Does, by Bob Goff, but these people don’t know this one...
View ArticleOh, the Stuff Love Does (Part II): A Birthday Present for Gigi
Our Gigi girl turns eight today. I don’t believe it. How can this screaming, colicky, red faced, “ultra-intense” baby (as a doctor—deliberately not chosen as our pediatrician—once called her), this...
View ArticleWhen It’s Okay to Quit (or The Time We Drove 1,082 miles in 36 Hours)
We’re back from our California trip! Want to see the only photograph we have from our adventure? Now brace yourself, this is straight off the camera with no editing. And yet, it’s perfect. This...
View ArticleShe Reads Truth: An Invitation
I received my first Bible when I was 13 years old. It was pink leather with gold lettering and it had my full name on it, even my middle initial, so that made it official. I had no clue what to do...
View ArticleJourney to Guatemala: A Day in Seoguis
We’ve been in Guatemala for two days now. I’ve said this word before, but I’m not sure it’s ever held any meaning until now: Wow. If yesterday was an overwhelming experience in terms of difficult...
View ArticleJourney to Guatemala: A Chance Encounter
A few months ago, I read the story of a woman who, by some stroke of luck (or perhaps even the hand of God) had held onto a photograph of herself in Disneyland as a child, which miraculously, in a...
View ArticleJourney to Guatemala: Knowing Olga
Imagine. Imagine you are eight years old. You live in a small village in Guatemala, in a small house, which perhaps would be better described as a hut. It’s at the top of a very steep, very rocky...
View ArticleSaying Goodbye
My grandmother passed away yesterday. She’d been on hospice care for the last month, losing a battle with cancer before it even really begun. I was able to Skype with her the day we landed in...
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