Something about the beginning of the academic school year invigorates me. It might be because I was an elementary school teacher for two decades or that I’m a perpetual student myself. I inhale the excitement of learning. I listen to the joy bubbling up in my...
As writers, we think we know what we need. We need an idea. Make that two. Or ten. Or twenty-two. We need a pen and a journal, or a keyboard and a computer, or maybe all of the above. And maybe we need just one more notebook. Or two. Or ten. Or twenty-two....
The loss of Jesus slams me to the ground. I tremble at the puzzle of all of this new way. Yes, He appears but He doesn’t stay. I want to go back to what we had before. Unsure of next steps, I return to familiar places and do familiar things. Stuck, I tuck...
Eastertide stretches over 50 days. When we read through the Bible, we see the disciples and other followers of Jesus meet Him in unexpected ways. Imagine, if you will, what it was like to engage with Jesus after Tomb Day. After Resurrection’s glory. With my sacred...
My beloved Child, You know, I knit you together in your mother’s womb. You are fearfully and wonderfully made. (Psalm 139: 13-14) I had great fun designing your skin in such a way that you could feel the grains of sand between your toes, the roughness of rocks and...
