Category: This is Me
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2018 In Review…The Year of Sloth & Grace
2018 was a year in which I acquired two spirit animals – Sloth & Grace Sloth Admittedly, I think sloths are adorable. But I’m not talking about the three-toed mammals who hang out in the trees of rainforests. I’m talking about the passion of sloth which is a hallmark of an enneagram 9. Sloth in…
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Grace, Grit, and an Unfinished Story
The idea for this blog first took root in my heart as I sat in the sanctuary of Riviera United Methodist Church on Maundy Thursday of 2016. This is the church that has been my spiritual home for 17 years and my place of employment for almost 7 years. It is also the place where…
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Donating My Birthday
It’s my Birthday Week. When my husband and kids asked what I want for my birthday, I told them nothing – actually I told my husband that I want to come home to a clean house when I get home on Sunday evening from a weekend trip with our daughter 😉 But what I’d really…
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Living With Grace & Grit
Confession time… Lately, I have been really, really, really bad at life. All of the little stuff that makes long to-do lists – it’s just not getting done lately. Adulting is hard…Parenting is hard…Adulting and parenting together lately have me reeling. I’ve been running on fumes for almost a month – and there is way too much…
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(Not a) New Year’s Resolution
I’ve never really been one for making New Year’s resolutions. I can’t say why, I just never really have. But this year feels different – and while I still hesitate to say I’m making a resolution, I am feeling inspired to make a promise to myself. Whether you want to quote The Byrds or Ecclesiastes 3:1, I think…
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Hitting the Mute Button
I am my own worst critic. I know this about myself, and am constantly trying to quiet my inner critical voice. It’s a battle I have been waging with myself for as long as I can remember. Sometimes I’ll go long stretches keeping that inner critic completely silent. Other times, it feels like that inner…
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Hold My Hand
One day recently, I watched as a mother successfully completed the juggling act that is getting two children under 3 from the car, safely through a parking lot, and to the entrance of their destination. “Hold my hand,” she told them. Both kids were old enough to walk – one of them clearly would have…
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On the Bookshelf – Reading People by Ann Bogel
Some of my earliest memories involve books – being read to, reading to myself, reading to my younger sister, confounding my Kindergarten teacher when I showed up knowing how to read (that part sounds positively antiquated now – when kids start Kindergarten they are well behind the curve if they do not know how to…
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Precision of Language
99% of the time, the words you read here have been cycling through my head for days or weeks before they find their way through my fingers and onto the screen. Part of the reason for that is a time factor – I may have an idea I want to write about, but not have…
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Your Inner Superhero
It probably won’t come as a surprise that my favorite super hero growing up was Wonder Woman – both the Lynda Carter live action version and the Saturday morning cartoon version on The Super Friends. Wonder Woman was glamorous and smart and could more than hold her own among men. I can remember playing super…
We're All A Little Broken 