When Bad Turns To Worse

Sometimes bad news hits you out of the clear blue sky. Sometimes you’re minding your own business, blowing bubbles with your daughter on a sunny and unseasonably cool afternoon when the news comes. That’s how it was for me that day. My husband was on a...

To The Invisible Mamas

I see you, mama. I see you. I see the way you put your blinders on, focused dead straight ahead as you push your screaming child through the store. I see the way you frantically push from one department to another, trying to get your errands done as quickly as...

The First Eight Years

To my husband, on our anniversary: Is there any way that I can write what I want to say to you? I’m going to try, because that’s just what I do, but before I do I want to tell you a story. It’s a story in progress, right now, right here, in Panera as...

When You Don’t Have What You Need

I was eleven when I landed my first gig. My piano teacher, a giant among piano teachers in our town, had somehow secured a slot for several of his advanced students to play at an international arts and music festival downtown. It didn’t seem to matter that I...

In Pursuit

We’re in a series at my (awesome) church right now called “The Big Picture,” and we’re exploring the idea of God’s will for our lives. We’ve been saying how so often we act like God’s will is something far out there for us to...