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The Kansas City Paparazzi
In Kansas City, stardom is at the fingertips of every Joe the plumber. And it appears my day has come. Last week we received a notice in the mail from the Photo Enforcement Program. Ooh, fun, I thought. What could this be? Addressed to both of us, it was a document...
I Miss You, Dad
A year ago Wednesday my father died. Some express grief in the form of a song, others paint and many make a habit of sharing memories. But for me, I've been writing a tribute to my dad in my mind for a year now. Like an open journal on the front seat of my car, ready...
One Voice
I could probably boil the fears that have simmered alongside my writing down to one simple (but solid) reality. I have feared that the opinions and impressions others form about me as a result of my writing would one day crowd out the One voice I care most about. I am...
The Beauty In Another
When I was in my twenties, life worked for me. I set goals and accomplished them. I dreamed dreams, and they came to fruition. I had a plan. I held myself to a super-human standard and my only plan of action for failure was to push myself harder so that it didn’t...
“Do Not Spare”
These are the words He's been whispering into my spirit. The same words He spoke to a barren Israel. At the moment of her greatest shame and lack, He asked her to dream about spiritual prosperity and restoration. When she wore her disgrace like a mantle, He spoke to...
Bye Bye Blue Ridge
Pretty much everything about the Kansas City landscape feels different than Virginia. I'd be lying to say I'm not homesick for the Blue Ridge beauty. Highways have replaced what used to be my tree-lined drive home. I've turned in my trail-running shoes for a...
Our Clay Pot Anniversary
Marriage is one of those topics that is taboo in most intimate circles, so posting about it on a blog has a level of danger. As open as I might seem on this blog, I don't think all things taboo are wrongly placed in that category. Marriage is intensely personal. Two...
Uncomfortable Extravagence
The first prayer I prayed like this, I'm not sure I would have even called a prayer. We had a salary that was paying our very modest bills and a quarter found on the street went towards our measly monthly entertainment budget. Both the cars we were driving were given...
The Responder
I hadn't planned it would be, but this time at Camp Nana has become sort of a reflecting post. In between visits from neighbors and family who are quite comfortable using Nana's revolving door, I've had a few unplanned minutes here and there to absorb the impact of...
Losing Sleep. Again.
Moving has kicked my tail. The last time I remember exerting this much physical energy, consistently, over more than a week, was when I spent a month working in the dining hall of a Young Life summer camp. I went to bed each night feeling like my body couldn't...