Last April, I wrote a post titled “When Words Aren’t Good Enough.” In it, I described a situation that caused me to question not only if I was a talented writer and editor, but also if I myself was actually good enough. I tried to end that post hopefully . . . If you have…Read More
Everything and Nothing
The other night, I stood in front of my bedroom mirror and struggled to make a decision: Should I go or should I stay? I was dressed for a run. In my arms, my little boy was wrapped in a towel. Fresh out of the bath, he was giggling as he admired the reflection of…Read More
When Words Aren’t Good Enough
I love words. I want to read every book. I want to write down every thought. I’m not necessarily interested in speaking all the words, but I’m happy to listen to what others have to say. My love for words parallels Oprah’s love of bread. “This is the joy for me.” Before Landon was born, I…Read More
Whatever Happened to Margin
I used to think having a baby was the ultimate reason to slow down. For some time, I’ve been troubled by the pace my generation seems to keep. In the days of side hustle, margin seems limited. As I watched everyone around me do more and more and more—and wrestled with if I should try…Read More