Friends, I cried in Target last week. In the Halloween candy aisle. It was the kind of crying that comes dangerously close to gulping sobs, the kind you stifle with your hand as you suppress the urge to throw up. I couldn’t help it – looking at all those mountains of mini Snickers, M&Ms, and Reese’s…
Okay, so I know I’m supposed to be focusing on Being Broken Open during this month for Write 31 Days, but I’ve really missed sharing recipes. It seems like it’s been forever, and I’ve been cooking some really good things as summer has shifted into fall. I made this crisp recipe with apples instead of berries,…
She is, literally, one of my oldest friends. When she finds out I’ll be in town for a week, she texts me, says rather urgently, “Can we have dinner? I need to see you.” I get a chill when I read that, a sense of foreboding. And I know right then and there that…
*Note: I’m re-posting this piece from a couple of months ago because it fits my theme for Write 31 Days: 31 Days of Being Broken Open (by God, for others). A couple of weeks ago, L had an MRI. It might not sound like a big deal, but it was. And I wasn’t prepared for…
Last February at the IF: Gathering conference in Austin, Texas, Ann Voskamp talked about the ways women compare themselves to other women, and then she dramatically broke a wooden ruler in half to illustrate how we all need to break our internal measuring sticks, the ones that say we come up short. I’ve thought about…
E has been gone for three weeks now for job training (which is part of the reason you haven’t heard from me). He has eight weeks to go, and then we move to Tennessee. His new employer is covering both packing and moving services, which is a mercy. He also gets a week off so…