A couple months ago, a friend invited me to come hiking in North Georgia with her and a group of friends. As I exited the highway to take the winding roads that would lead to the campsite where we were to meet, my phone lost service. I’d been told this was a possibility, but I…Read More
Life
Practicing Presence
Something true about my marriage is that neither my husband or I enjoy being rushed. I remember once in our first year together, something delayed Tim and me on our way to church. We were in the car about halfway there when Tim pulled over and asked where I wanted to go to lunch. He…Read More
Practicing
I’ve been thinking a lot the past couple months about practicing versus performing. About allowing myself room to work at who I am, and lean into long-form writing as opposed to cute captions and bite-sized blog posts. So much of what happens in the digital world feels like performing. And these performances feel so final….Read More
I Would Be
Tonight I stood on the street corner down the road from my house with a small group of people, holding a sign that read Black Lives Matter. These past few months of quarantine, my preschool-age son and I have walked through that intersection multiple times a week on the way to the park or to…Read More