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
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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
Eleven Words For Eleven Years
Dear Tim, Happy anniversary. We’ve been married for eleven years now. I was thinking this morning about what makes us work. After all, we’ve got a good thing going. I started to make a list. But then the list got really long, and it didn’t seem wise to spend our entire anniversary writing down all…Read More