Sharing is hard. I don’t consider myself to be all that hard to get to know. I feel that generally, I am an open-book type of person. But this past year it has become increasingly apparent that I don’t volunteer much information. I must be prompted. I must feel like someone asks with particular desire … More Living Out loud
I’ve been going through old journals reading poetry and prose I used to regularly write in between chronicled streams of consciousness. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve posted a regular blog due to my kids getting sick and then getting me sick. I have a post almost finished but needs more work, so I … More The Poetry Cannons – Threshold
I recently willed myself into finally deep cleaning the inside of my car. This is a vulnerable thing to share. You may know I have two small children and I chauffeur them around town daily. I don’t know if you have ever ridden in a car with little people before, but there is a chemical … More A Dirty Car And An Endless God
About a 2 years ago, I began sensing an ever increasing feeling of overwhelm. It started small and inconsequential. But it continued to build. It would come in the middle of the day, enjoying a conversation, a social media post, teaching a voice lesson, really anywhere. And it felt like an assault. It was the … More On Building Capacity
A few nights ago, we decided to take a family walk after bathtime. The weather was nice and we needed a break from the routine. As I was standing behind my daughter, combing her wet hair in front of the bathroom mirror, we were discussing the toys she wished to take on our walk. These … More The Gaps In Our Narrative
There is a CrossFit gym right next to my Target. On the outside of the window of the gym there is a sign that reads, “Someone in here is busier than you are.” Is that so, CrossFit? Now, while I have nothing against CrossFit, I’m gonna level with you guys, this sign makes me want … More I’m like, really busy.
I have been processing the events in our nation deeply for the past few days, unsure of exactly what to say, how to say it, and frankly bound by fear of saying the wrong thing and just adding to the noise. In the past, I haven’t commented on social media very much about these things. … More Let It Matter