I’ve been waiting to write this because I kept telling myself that I wasn’t qualified to talk to you about courage. My inner monologue said I haven’t done enough, risked enough,or changed the world enough to call myself courageous. My…
I keep sitting on our stairs. Halfway up, halfway down. Just unable to find a familiar footing, feeling a little lost. I’m in an in-between. It’s for the best of reasons. Our son has been given the amazing opportunity to…
Let me warn you that it’s long and meandering and doesn’t have a tidy ending. I have to also preface it with this: I’ve been unsure of the right timing or way to share these thoughts, because there are so…
And behold, two of them were going that very day to a village named Emmaus, which was about seven miles from Jerusalem. And they were talking with each other about all these things which had taken place. While they were…
“Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it.” Vincent van Gogh I’ve struggled with how to use my voice in my blog and in my work over the last several…