Italy: A story in pictures

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When you travel 24 hours and your guts are all twisted because your kids are alive 24 hours away from you and you may not be able to bear this, and then you drink a cappuccino with a “standing breakfast” and walk outside and this is what says hello… and walking paths look like this… [Read More...]

Thankful Tuesday: When there’s one week left and it all feels fuzzy

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I will live in Austin for one more week. A week from tomorrow, I’ll leave for Italy and my kids will stay in Austin without me, with their grandparents. Then we’ll come home. We’ll wash our clothes for a day, pack our suitcases. And my little family take a plane to San Francisco. Just like [Read More...]

{This Sacred Everyday} Andrea Palpant Dilley

Andrea Palpant Dilley has led the writer’s group I’ve been part of at my church for the past year. I have adored the community she has created in this group: genuine kindness, encouragement for each person at whatever stage of their writing, and a sweet willingness to celebrate one another. Andrea is one of those [Read More...]

Conversations with Ourselves

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Today I have the honor of guest posting at Preston Yancey’s blog in his series “Conversations with Ourselves” in which we are given the opportunity to explore what our present self would like say to our past self (or vice versa). It was a gift to be forced to look at myself and love her, [Read More...]

{This Sacred Everyday} Holly Grantham

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{This Sacred Everyday} is back! And today we’re welcoming Holly Grantham. Holly is a new blogging friend whom I’m I’ve only recently discovered. Her prose is rich and deserves to be read aloud. So if you want to slow down and savor, subscribe to her blog and pour some good coffee, friend. * * *  [Read More...]

Wherever I Send You, Whatever it Costs You

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A week and a half ago, prior to my grandfather’s funeral, as I ate a large family meal in the fellowship hall of the Boyett Baptist Church (no, that’s not really its name!), I encountered a third or fourth cousin, someone I hadn’t seen since my high school years when I’m sure we talked at [Read More...]


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