Far Too Many Fux

Awhile back (we’re talking last summer, y’all), I had the distinct pleasure of reading The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck. I say it was a pleasure because I have a life-long habit of giving LOTS of f*cks about LOTS of things… making it extremely refreshing to imagine another way of being- one with…

A Human, Being

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]Anybody remember this post? Yeah, me neither. Apparently, I wrote it in mid-October of last year and then promptly forgot about it. Which is weird, right? I had what I felt was a real spiritual encounter, a full-on revelation from God. I’d assumed that such a mind-blowing declaration of sobering truth would be accompanied…

Lost in the Parenting Desert

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]When a dear friend called to tell me about a brilliant local event she wanted to plan around the theme of “drought,” I thought “hell yeah.” It was a particularly awful day, during what most of us might call the “apocalyptic period” of this last summer – so much smoke you couldn’t see…

The Power of Waiting

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]I’ve been waiting my whole life. Waiting to get my ears pierced so I could stop wearing (unreliable) plastic press-ons, to turn sixteen and get behind the wheel by myself, to start twelfth grade and be a top-dog senior, with off-campus lunch privileges and skip days. I’ve been waiting to graduate high school…

The Only Good Spider is a Spider Vein

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]I’ve only seen my mother wear shorts a handful of times in my life – a pretty courageous feat, considering I grew up in the stifling, humid heat of North Texas. No matter the weather, she preferred the full leg cover of jeans, pants or a long skirt, ashamed of baring her legs…

Gifts, Toys, Money

When I birthed my firstborn, my mom stayed with us for a week, and organized our pantry. Slowly, over the course of seven days, our dry goods and snacks were divided into clear plastic containers, each with a shiny white label neatly attached. “Rice.” “Sugar.” “Snack nuts.” This was her gift to me, the one way…

Nobody Knows How to Love You (Unless You Teach Them How)

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]When I birthed my firstborn, my mom stayed with us for a week and organized our pantry. Slowly, over the course of seven days, our dry goods and snacks were divided into clear plastic containers, each with a shiny white label neatly attached. “Rice.” “Sugar.” “Snack nuts.” This was her gift to me,…

How to Fail Your Kids in 72 Hours

Last week, my husband travelled to hunt Snow Geese in North Dakota, leaving me alone with the kids. I dove into it like a champ (meaning that I was in a state of complete denial): I am gonna get SO much work done, I lied to myself, and finally get alone time – yesssss.  After…