• Hard Questions

    Are we in the business of being bridge builders or wall builders? Are we tearing down walls or argumentatively building walls, brick by brick, with our hard-edged opinions and I’m right, you’re wrong attitude towards everyone and everything that doesn’t line up with what we believe? Are we willing to go the extra distance of being proved wrong, or will we just sit stagnant, standing on our opinions masquerading as facts, never wavering, all under the guise of being “steadfast”? These are hard questions. And they are questions my husband and I ask each other in times like this when racism is real and rapid, and sexism, well that’s just…

  • Giving Up…Fear.

    Yesterday my son jumped off a cliff. I tried not to die right there on the spot. We were swimming at a local lake and he saw some other people there running and jumping off into the water. He even saw his dad jump. And me, I stood hesitantly. He asked me if I thought he should jump, and I’m pretty sure at first I said I didn’t think it was a good idea and to let his dad jump first. And then we had the discussion of ‘should we let him,’ tossing the idea back and forth. I was worried he’d freak out and try to turn back and…

  • I Refuse to Let Life Live Me

    I have a real knack for making just about anything super stressful. It’s like a superpower really. Maybe a little off-putting. I mean you definitely don’t want to be around me the day of or the few hours before something really big is about to happen. Maybe it was the years of production backstage I did in high school, or the drama tournaments (totally a thing), or the years I spent as a party planner in another life, (also true). I’ve become so used to the hub-bub of the leading- up-to that no matter what I might have going on, if it’s big, I will stres And I’m not even…

  • Just One Decision Away…

    I used to be a part of a ministry that called prostitutes on a Wednesday morning. We would gather in one woman’s home, or at a church, and team up into groups of two. One woman would call, the other would collect data for an organization to be handed over to police and private investigators, all in hopes of bringing these girls home and putting an end to human trafficking. I was always the one collecting data. I knew enough from my own past experience where backgrounds matched up, locations in and around Houston, and I am very detail orientated. Backpage was our battleground, which has since shut down, and…

  • MBFF: My Best Fake Friend

    I am literally not good at faking anything. Ask anybody. Even the well meaning woman at the grocery store that just asked me if I was doing ok… “No, lady. I’m really not. My kids are being a-holes and my back is killing me. Also I’m really freaking hungry and I haven’t eaten bread in like over a year. But thanks for asking.” So it stands to reason that I’m not a fake friend either. What is a fake friend you might ask..? Well that’s an easy one. She’s the one that when you’re having a bad day, her life is always perfect. She’s the one that pulls out the…

  • When Seasons Change

    There’s just something about summer. It’s like there is a fresh breeze in the air, and it is finally not a cold one. Even my logs in my log cabin smell better. Oh yes, that’s a thing. They smell…happy. No, just kidding. Logs don’t smell happy, you weirdo! But they do smell sweeter, which does make me think my house likes the warmer temps. I think I do this just about every season change. It’s like the build up TO a new season is weird and awkward for everyone, but then when the new season finally hits, you’re just like “Yeessssssss”, like it’s something you’ve been missing your whole life.…

  • Healing Fire, a chapter from Turmoil

    Some days I feel like my world has been flipped upside down, and I can’t tell which way is up. Last year I went through the healing of my life. It was painful. I can still feel the tinges of the burns that were literally earth-shattering to my body and to my soul. Healing is painful. Earlier this year, my husband was literally bitten by fire. As a firefighter you may think that is to be expected, but this happened right in our own backyard. It started off like a normal weekend. Matt had decided to burn some leaves and branches in the backyard and had bought a burn barrel…