On Writing: Ego, Insecurity, and the Life of the Beloved

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Several months ago, I emailed my former spiritual director, Debby, and asked her to help me get some perspective. I haven’t met with Debby since I moved to Austin and she moved away from San Francisco. I emailed her because several times during the process of  finishing my edits I would feel a panic attack [Read More...]

#FoundGrace: Our Community Lenten Practice. ‘Find yourself found.’*

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  I worked out Saturday morning with a friend. As we rode home together, the subject of Lent came up. “I just want to emphasize grace this Lent,” she said. “I’ve suffered enough these past few months and I feel like I need to recognize that before I give myself a checklist of tasks to [Read More...]

God comes so close to us and we come so close to God

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I’m teaching third grade Sunday School at my church. This is a new sort of thing for me. I don’t necessarily feel at my most capable with children. Yes, I know, I’m a mom. Aren’t moms supposed to be good with kids? I tend to think I’m good with my own. (Sometimes.) And I tend [Read More...]

One Good Phrase: Anna Broadway (The Lord is kind to the undeserving)

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It’s been extra quiet around here while I’ve been visiting family on the East coast. So I’m super happy that Anna Broadway is willing to be here today. Anna is a local writer in the San Francisco area and has been a support to me throughout my time living there. I find her and her [Read More...]

Marriage and the Growing Up of Us

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When did we grow up? It wasn’t then, when we stood in the mountain meadow, flowers in my hair. And your hair, oh, honey. Your hair was such a mess. It took you four years to believe me that conditioner would do you good. That product would REALLY do you good. You stood in that [Read More...]

For Brooksie, on his 2nd birthday (A Thankful Tuesday post, of sorts)

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  Brooksie, when I got you out of bed on your second birthday, I whispered. It was 6:30 and your brother was asleep next door; the neighbors were asleep downstairs. I hate worrying about noise. I wanted to bust in with a guitar and serenade you. (If only I could play.) I wanted to shout [Read More...]


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