I’ve been reflecting lately on a feeling that has followed me around – a little ache, a little discontented, a searching for something that I can’t pinpoint. I feel the urge to do, go, change and yet none of that is a real – or permanent – possibility in this season of my life. Not…
-
Confessions of a {maybe} Hippie
A few weeks ago, I deleted (and deactivated) Facebook and Instagram off my phone. I didn’t say anything beforehand, but it was something I’d been pondering for a while as I found myself mindlessly scrolling through it without even knowing. For me, besides the mindless scrolling, it had to do a lot with how I was…
-
About the Book
The other night Sam and I went to dinner. Nothing fancy, the new PF Chang’s opened near us and we wanted to try it. Our sitter watched the girls and we headed out for two hours of just us. Somehow as we ate, the subject turned to my yet-to-be-written book. You know, the one I was…
-
#Blessed Weakness
I see the #blessed hashtag everywhere. If I’m really honest, it makes me incredibly angry most of the time. It’s used for (what I consider) trite, stupid things. Is that my call to make? No. But that’s how it feels right now. I’m using Cynthia Heald’s Becoming a Woman of Strength (afflink) with my mom in our…