Listen to the Voice in Your Head
Saul and I were just a couple of young pups, sitting across from the pastor, jumping through the appropriate hoops so we could get married in this church. Premarital counseling was going pretty well. We seemed to have all the right answers, until the wide chested middle-aged pastor in cowboy boots asked us our mailing
Grab Kindness Before it Flies By
I was trying to fly home from New York earlier this month. I say “trying” because it was evident that it was going to take some effort. A big storm had swept through the day before and grounded most of the planes flying out of JFK airport. So there I was at Gate C4, just
Everyone’s Invited to Facebook
Remember when you first started using Facebook and the kids went unwashed and unfed for 3 days because you couldn’t pull yourself away from trolling other people’s status updates? Please tell me I wasn’t alone… It’s happening again. Only this time, instead of feeling like an anonymous stalker, I’m being drawn to this fun, open,
Can I Get an AMEN?
I hadn’t felt this nervous since I was waiting in the wings of the Miss America pageant 20 years ago. If I hadn’t wanted what was on the other side of that door so badly, I would have bolted. Just behind that door was the person who could say one word and make all of
Nurses Fill Painful Road with Kindness
“This needs sugar!” a woman barks from the table behind me. A nurse gently tells for the 10th time, “I already put sugar on it for you, Alice.” “Well it doesn’t taste like it!” her surly charge growls. “Help! Help! Help!” the woman two tables away shrieks. The first time I heard it, I was
Perfectly Imperfect Kindness
I woke up this morning in Charlotte, North Carolina. I guess that’s a good thing since that’s where I went to bed last night. It’s a little confusing trying to keep up with myself this summer. During the month of July, I’ve been in New York, Wisconsin, and North Carolina. I have spent six nights
We are the Light
It’s heavy, isn’t it? All this stuff happening in our world? It makes me feel sad and angry and fearful and all of those other emotions that erupt simultaneously when senseless acts of violence occur. But it also makes me feel helpless, and that might be the worse feeling of all. Three years ago, I
