The thing I’ve learned about choosing a word to fly as a banner over my each year, is that this word then flings loose and stirs up opportunity. Opportunity to dig deep. Opportunity to quit and return to comfortable. Opportunity to grow. It should not have come as a surprise to me that the very last few days of 2018 were some of my most painful this whole year. I felt the familiar claws of terror creeping into my soul.

Well, friends, today is the day I’ve been waiting on for soooooo long. Okay, for 88 days. Today is the day my newest baby shakes out its wings and flies into the world. Ironically enough, I didn’t plan to launch my new book, “Reclaiming Hope: Overcoming the Challenges...

It’s a boy! I mean, it’s a girl! I mean… it’s a BOOK!!! A NEW one! And I’m so excited to share it with you. I have written one of the twenty essays included in this book, Becoming Women of Worth: Stories of Trauma and Triumph. And I have to tell you that this essay is...

I recently had the gift of a trip to Disneyland with family and friends. I think the popcorn-smelling-gases they pump into the air negatively affected the decision-making part of our brains because we all thought it would be a good idea to start with Space Mountain....

There are many things in life I’ve thought I was ready for. As a kid, I thought I was ready to read. Or write. Or make friends. Swim. Ride a bike. Along the way, most kids realize that these things we watch other kids do so easily… come at a cost. Frustration at the struggle. Scraped knees. A nose full of water. Eventually we were ready, but not when we thought. Not in the way we thought.

It used to be one or two loads a week. No big deal. I was the only one who relied on it. Impacted by it.

Then I got married.

And my laundry-load doubled.

I felt it. I felt the difference between one person’s clothes and two.