Confessions of a Crappy Compassion International Sponsor

I don’t know how it happened. One day I was faithfully sending letters out to my Compassion International child each week, complete with coloring pages and stickers. The next thing I know, I receive this in the mail.   A little reminder that it’s been awhile. I...

Big Hearts and Painted Faces at Birchcroft

This is my amazing friend, Meghan. There are more than 1,000 reasons I love her so. But the main one is that her heart is freakishly big. Seriously. I think her rib cage must often strain from the pressure. An example of what flows from that huge heart is the...

Three Facets of One Word: HOPE

Hope isn’t for an elect few.             It should span cultural, religious and economic boundaries. But does it? We so easily toss that word out in everyday conversation, that it seems to have become watered down. We hope for a...

Dear Daughter: A Letter to My 13-Year-Old

My original intent was to post these thoughts on my daughter’s actual birthday (three days ago). However, what with middle school rock spray painting to accomplish, birthday party planning and an impromptu emergency room visit (another blog post, believe me)...

Talking to My Second-Grade Self

  I was an awkward kid. I was hyper, and liked to talk a lot. I also operated under the assumption that everyone was just a friend I hadn’t met yet, so if you made eye contact – you were fair game. One summer, when I was in second grade, my parents enrolled my...

Join Me in Going UnWired!

I’m easily distracted. The book If You Give a Pig a Pancake could have been written based on real live events in my own world. Needless to say, the emergence of Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, etc. have added a whole new series of rabbit trails for me on which to wander...