Keeping Your Soul From Freezing This Season (& A Gift for You)

I’m a surefire pessimist. Just ask my optimist husband. I wasn’t finding one ray of beauty this Illinois 6-below season—but I needed to. Needed a big shot of reality for my declining attitude. With two solid months of wild winds, slippery ice, gray skies ahead it’s already a struggle not to feel depressed. The loss … Continue reading Keeping Your Soul From Freezing This Season (& A Gift for You)

What God Wants From Us

I’ve little interest in Christmas. I’m excited about Christ. If it were up to me, we wouldn’t have a tree. But I love the man who carries this stuff up. Meticulously picking each piece out. Humming and singing as he goes. Gathering and printing addresses. Stamping and mailing cheer wishes. Though not about presents and … Continue reading What God Wants From Us

How to Pray: An Age-Old Conundrum

Demons of depression chased me home. Hurrying, I pressed into the door. Before turning the handle, I rushed to Jesus, Whisper Your sweet everythings into my ears. The one way the raised in Christ endure in all this dust and ash is praying in spirit and truth. God knows I want to fight my own fights. … Continue reading How to Pray: An Age-Old Conundrum

For-Life: In And Out of the Womb (We Don’t Have to Pick Sides)

When I was 17, it was 1981. At home pregnancy tests were not well known, but I knew I was pregnant before he drove me to the doctor. We’d discussed what I would do if this should ever happen months ago under the moon. (It’s not as though we were oblivious to the fire we … Continue reading For-Life: In And Out of the Womb (We Don’t Have to Pick Sides)

When Your Heart Starts Turning Dark in the Brightest Season

The sun stayed up till eight o’clock last night. My front yard is bloomin’ pink petals and last year’s perennials. I’m watching tree buds turn into shoots. Coiled leaves uncurl like a newborn fist. Soft and supple, every lobe carefully carved. Form and color quietly march in right before my eyes. Sparrows and finches fill … Continue reading When Your Heart Starts Turning Dark in the Brightest Season

Rethinking My Facecrook

My identity was faked on Facebook. A bunch of my friends were used as pawns for pillaging. It’s so creepy. I'm so sorry. My picture smiling, hovering over videos concocted to coax and confiscate. Thieves advancing right along with technology. Though confidentiality clauses and privacy policies plaster everything we sign, code, or chip—they're finding new … Continue reading Rethinking My Facecrook