The church of God is not a shiny trophy of excellence—we’re a rag-tag group of miscreants who have been saved by grace. 

God bless summer camp. No, I mean it sincerely! I don't want to sound trite. While I appreciate it's role in allowing my kids to swim,...

If we could simply change the past---or better yet, the way the present is perceived---wouldn't that just be, well, convenient?

There’s a whole lot of noise in the world. I just spent a week in which there was a lot of silence. My husband was working around the...

(The following is an essay that is close to the heart. It's been 13 years that we lost my grandfather, and last night, as we all...

“What’s that, mommy?” My three-year old’s small finger was extending down the hall. I looked quickly on my way to open the door. “It’s a...

I wanted to be happy for them. I wanted to smile when they came into the room. I wanted to open my arms when they came near instead of...

There's been an explosion of my work this week which has been fun. For so long it's just me and the writing, and then me and the...

It has been a hot minute since I last blogged. I've been writing here and there, not committing to anything in particular. It's been a...

This spring, we have had the joy of watching a mother robin nest on our front porch. We watched her sit on her three blue eggs. We...

Here we are at the end of February and I've been working to finalize the interior draft of the book. I'm trying to get excited for that...

If you are here then you probably already know me. Or my mom. But whatever the reasons, I am glad that you are! In the small chance that...