One Word 2013: Enough

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I wish I were a mom with constant craft supplies. I wish I had every kind of glitter available and fresh scented play-dough always waiting for little fingers to mash. I wish I were a mom who filled hours with learning, a mom who sent thank-you notes on time. I wish I had real, practical [Read More...]

Story: Grace (my post at Deeper Church)

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I interrupt my regularly scheduled blog silence to send you over to A Deeper Church on this fine New Year’s Eve. I hope you’re having a wonderful holiday. Enjoy your New Year, eat your black eyed peas, and I’ll see you later on this week… I’ve been reading the same novel for way too many months. Kristin Lavransdatter is a [Read More...]

For Carey. And for her friend, Melynn.

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When I get the text from Melynn, it’s 8:30 on Saturday morning and we’ve just finished our cinnamon buns and read the story of St. Nicholas. We’re in the middle of a new family tradition, gathering the toys we’ll be giving away that day. The boys are on the carpet in the hallway vrooming cars: [Read More...]

Thankful Tuesday: It’s almost Christmas!

A fuzzy little pic of the boys and me on the trolley. It was bedtime...

  Children singing “Away in a Manger” and sharing the stage with one of the best double bass players in San Francisco this past Sunday. I love my church. I’m thankful that we got to come back to a community here in SF that welcomes and loves us and confounds me with its teaching. I’m [Read More...]

These Sacred Everydays

Last week marked our very last in the series {This Sacred Everyday}. I have loved this series. I’ve loved hearing other writers consider what makes their simple lives holy. I’ve loved being challenged by how beautiful the common tasks of living can be. Thanks for being part of this with me. I kicked off this [Read More...]

Advent Poetry Series “The Lord is With Thee”

The Lord is With Thee  from the Gospel of Luke, Chapter 1 They hail me Mary, full of grace. They bless me: brave, obedient—holy. What would you have said to the twelve-foot, light-soaked man, a gold flecked tower whose honey lips spoke your name? I said Yes. Then ran, traveled days, silent, hungry, purging in [Read More...]


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