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18 Summers Slipping Through My Fingers

Summer kicked off officially this week, huh? Forget the rained out Memorial Day plans and the fact an umbrella is your new go-to accessory. Summer is still upon us in calendar pages if not sunshine. School’s out and the season of juggling kids around camps and swim lessons and jobs that don’t take eight-week breaks… Continue reading 18 Summers Slipping Through My Fingers

faith · reflections · writing

What’s the Presence You Really Want?

Last week the heavens cracked open and poured rain all over the blue-tinged mountains we call Appalachia. So much that when I returned home from my writers conference in Asheville, the local paper’s headline bemoaned how we’d gone from not enough rain to way too much. Trees down. Roads flooded. A general soggy mess. And a… Continue reading What’s the Presence You Really Want?

faith · just write life · motherhood · writing

When You Really Don’t Want to Run the Race Anymore

Had one of those pinnacle moments of motherhood this weekend. One of those times where I thought–this moment is it. The choice I make, the choice she  makes, in THIS moment will define how I parent her for the rest of her life. Actually, now that I think about it, I’ve had more than one moment… Continue reading When You Really Don’t Want to Run the Race Anymore

1000 gifts · faith · family · just write life · writing

That Time Looking Back Was Worth the Glance

I’ve always had a smidge of sympathy for Lot’s wife. I know, I know. If God tells you to go,  you go and don’t wonder at what you’re leaving behind. That’s a whole lot easier said than done. Besides, I don’t think the point of the story is “never look behind you.” I think the… Continue reading That Time Looking Back Was Worth the Glance

1000 gifts · reflections · writing

One Scary Sunday Afternoon … and One Good Gift

I certainly didn’t wake up a week ago, thinking, What if I die today? I drank coffee with my writer-soul sisters and talked about a new book idea with my editor and mentor. I listened for all God might be telling me during this time away from my family. I heard him calling me to… Continue reading One Scary Sunday Afternoon … and One Good Gift

marriage · writing

What Romance Really Isn’t

We went to bed at eight o’clock Sunday night. Not for any reason other than I’d already been in bed all day battling flu-like symptoms no doubt shared with me by my flu-ridden preschooler. We’ve been married fifteen years this summer and while the romance is plenty alive, there’s also many a time we go… Continue reading What Romance Really Isn’t