We need your brand of bravery
I am vehemently opposed to wearing white pants. Not for anyone else. Just for me. I have all kinds of reasons: white pants are only for super skinny girls, I don’t have the right color underwear, I have to be careful where I sit. I can’t eat ketchup or salsa. The list is never-ending. Guess
Train your brain to say ‘yes’ to kindness
I think two might be my favorite age. Not for my own kids, but for other people’s kids. When my children were two, I was caught up in diapers and crushed Goldfish crackers and constant laundry duty. Now, as a mom of school-age kids, I can sit back and see how adorable other people’s toddlers
A conversation with my mom
I talk a lot about my mom in my writing and presentations, but today, I’d like you to meet her. Drumroll please…. Presenting, MY MOM!
Your kindness could save a life
My brother saved a little boy’s life once. The boy was swimming and got out too deep. No one saw him go under except my brother. It happened more than 30 years ago and I’m certain my brother never even stops to think about what would have happened if he hadn’t been in that lake
He prefers us “as is”
If I were really good at this Faith thing, I would be less haunted by fears and past failures. If I were really good at this Faith thing, I wouldn’t get so annoyed by people and pet peeves. If I were really good at this Faith thing, I would have the right words to encourage
There is a Marcus in your life
A letter came to my house the other day, but it wasn’t addressed to me. It was for a 12-year-old boy named Marcus. No return address and stamped at a post office two states away. Hmmm. “Hey, Marcus, you got some mail!” I yelled from my office. “Me? Who’s it from?” he asked as he
God is Air
Eyes closed, body still, a mild breeze brushed across my face. My mind floated back in time. I could see myself standing in my backyard, pushing my kids on the swing. “Momma, how do we know God is real?” The question seemed to pop out of the sky. “We can feel Him.” How could I
