Passing the Baton to 2022

Passing the Baton to 2022

Have you ever read something you’ve written and thought, Holy Heck, who wrote this? It’s so good?  It’s a wonderful feeling.  Okay, and it’s also a little intimidating.  Yes, I can intimidate my own self. #MovingOn As with anything I write, I labor for weeks in my own...
Anchored to His Presence

Anchored to His Presence

I’ve pondered this post for some time. What can I say that would adequately describe my experience with 2020? I entered 2020 with a level of optimism and hope. My sister was coming to visit us in Germany, her first trip to Europe. I had a women’s...
Transformational Thanksgiving

Transformational Thanksgiving

I have been the child who yelled out the injustices of my upbringing to a closed-door—half hoping my parents heard what I really had to say, and half mortified that they might actually hear what I had to say. The tables have turned. I am now the parent on the other...
The Grasp that Counts

The Grasp that Counts

There is so little that is mine anymore. Before having children, I owned all sorts of little things… knick-knacks, collections of all kinds, mementos that time-traveled me back to special moments. Then they came. Thrashing, flailing, playing. Being kids. Knocking down...