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2021: Rejoice
Welcome to the final day of 2020. What a year, my friends. Filled with unprecedented joy for some, along with soul-staggerin…
Highly Sensitive: How I Survive Social Media
With Instagram's new terms coming out this month, a lot of folks are questioning whether they should stay or say farewel…
Year of Rejoicing
Joy Joy Joy My son slept in this morning, so as the sun spilled over the treetops I brewed a fresh pot of french press, lit …
Jesus Saves
One of the biggest “successes” of the enemy (besides convincing folks that he doesn't exist) is convincing some th…
Hygge in the Summertime
For a cozy introvert like me who loves nothing more than wrapping myself in the sweet warmth of autumn's lush invitation…
Miracle Belly Full of Baby
My due date is two weeks from today and I am still in a sense of breathless surreality about my little love. My whole life …
On the Enneagram
I’ve been wanting to write this for a while. I held back because whenever I thought of it, the magnitude of res…
Beginning Again
Dear you, This is the letter I've thought through in my head half a dozen times. When I last wrote to you, oh…
The Trembling Alleluia
Hushed, bowed low, reverent. The trembling alleluia. I don’t know how to be. I don’t know how to Be. The past t…
Ex Mystic Mama
“I want to be the female Richard Rohr.” This is what I told people when we talked about faith. We’d be elbows deep i…
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