You know that problem you have when you show up at a new friend’s house and you head straight to their bookshelf, because you can’t help it even though you know it’s nosy and possibly judgmental of you, but you still need to look and look and look because you want to know if they’re your new best friend and (sometimes) nothing can give you a better indicator than how many copies of Jane Austen books are on the... Read more
Cat and me and a few of the girls we love Two weeks ago, while we were in Philadelphia, my friend Cat picked me up from my mother-in-law’s and we drove through the 5 o’clock traffic to Radnor High School’s graduation. Cat and I were not related to any kid in any graduation robe. But we whooped and hollered and I cried like a baby as I watched a handful of kids I’ve known since they were 7th graders... Read more
I discovered this little gem in a pile of photo-copied poems I’d left behind in my Young Life office three years ago. (Do you really have to ask why I had photo-copied poems in my Young Life office? Don’t all folks in youth ministry need stacks of poems near by?) My former boss/friend passed the box along to my mother in law so that I happily discovered it while we were at her house last week. I’ve been reading through... Read more
Here’s the thing guys, I’m writing this on Wednesday evening, sick as a dog. I was doing great all morning and early afternoon, happily ignoring my uncomfortable stomach and stealing Brooksie’s cheerios to settle it down. And just (just!) as my babysitter arrived to give me a smidgen of writing time, my stomach determined to prove its necessity to my ability to accomplish much of anything. Also, I have to add that a telltale sign you have a fever is... Read more
Today we get to hear from my friend Tamara Murphy, who blogs at This Sacramental Life. Tamara and I knew of each other vaguely through the blogging world prior to both of us moving to Austin within the same week. Even more coincidental? The week my family first visited Christ Church was the same week her husband began serving as Executive Pastor there. She has been a vital part of my community here and I love having her words here... Read more
We’re home! It was a sweet trip. And it was long (two weeks!). We left my mother-in-law’s house yesterday morning at 5:30 and showed up at our house in Austin by 1:30 in the (Very Hot) afternoon. Here’s what I’m thankful for: My boy turned four years old on Sunday. He woke up certain he was bigger (which I’m sure he was). I LOVE birthdays. So, even though I had slept only three hours (I’ll spare the details), I was... Read more
I’ve never read Nathasha Trethaway‘s work. But, because she is the recently named US poet laureate. And because she is among the youngest poet laureates ever named. And because she is Southern and the first African American named since Rita Dove in 1993. And because I listened to her interview with Terry Gross and thought she was just about the loveliest thing. And because when I heard her read her poems on the radio I stood mesmerized over my sink... Read more
Yes, I’m still off in the land of vacations, where time doesn’t exist (except for Brooksie’s decision to wake every morning with the sun…at 5 am. I’ve been playing and swimming and tending to snotty noses (as per usual) and laughing with people I don’t see near enough. This is a list: A Saturday with our sweet Philadelphia friends, kids running through the yard for hours while we sat outside in the 75 degree perfection eating and laughing and being... Read more
Chuck DeGroat was one of my pastors at City Church in San Francisco. I owe much of my spiritual formation over these past three years to his teaching and generous thinking. He is a man of many roles: pastor, teacher, counselor, author and blogger. (Not to mention husband and dad.) As always in this series, having him here is an honor. Encountering God in the Feminine Sara and I will be married 18 years in just a week. And we... Read more
Christopher, when we were first dating, riding in cars together, my fingers running through the back of your hair (What was I thinking? I barely knew you!), you amazed me. You were the quirkiest boy I’d ever met . You said things like, “Let’s just be cozy and watch a movie.” Cozy? What 23 year old boy says, Let’s just be cozy? You still do. So does your son. The other day, with new friends playing in the sprinkler, I... Read more
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