He thinks I'm beautiful. But all I see are marks welded into my skin by sun, rain, wind, and age. He thinks I'm beautiful. But all I feel are lacerations of the soul inflicted by those who could not see beauty -- only opportunity. He says I'm beautiful. But instead of hearing his life-giving words,… Continue reading Scars
World Suicide Prevention Day was a couple of weeks ago. That day, I read about another beloved Christian who died by his own hand. I don't know him and I don't know his story, but according to his Twitter feed, he was a pastor who was very concerned about mental illness which makes his death… Continue reading From the Pit of Hell
The package was late. “Where is it?!” Evie muttered. She knew the full delivery had been dropped earlier that day at the nearest station 50 kilometers away. She kept reliving the conversation she had with the office in charge of delivery. “We need it immediately— no delay. We’ll pay extra.” Maybe offering extra money tipped… Continue reading The Package*
So excited to announce that my most recent children's book project "Mimsy and Me and the Remarkable Ragtime Rhythm" is in the works! Also thrilled to be working with David Jackson of Profile Art 116 for the illustrations. Below is a little bit of background from the newly launched Facebook Page. You can also follow… Continue reading New Children’s Book Coming Soon!
I typically don’t write about my children. Not because I don't want to -- they do hilarious and sweet and brave things all the time that would make very interesting stories -- I just don't because I’ve chosen not to. But one of my daughters reminded me of something very important recently — important enough… Continue reading Swamp Mommy
Yesterday I waited over an hour at a grocery store to pick up groceries I ordered online. My phone died after about 20 minutes and I didn’t have a charger. My order should have been done in 10 minutes. But this post isn’t about the customer service or the frustration of the whole experience, it’s… Continue reading Waiting in the Real World
The story below happened many years ago in an Asian orphanage. At the time, I was single and lived alone. And when I say "alone" I mean "the days before social media" alone. I grew up in rural Mississippi where most of our neighbors lived miles away, but I had never known isolation like this… Continue reading Swaddled in Silence