Writing When Life is Hard

For the past six months, my life has been . . . complicated. Messy. Full of stuff. And even though a lot of that stuff has been hard and all of it has been challenging, some of it has certainly been good. But all of it put together has felt overwhelming, to say the...

A Letter to My Teenage Self

Dear 18-Year-Old Mary, Don’t freak out. Yes, this is a letter from the future. But I promise no Stargate-like time warp was involved. Just a little blog magic. [What’s a blog? Right. That’s for another conversation.] So, you know how your mom keeps...

You Know You’re in Community When…

Are you living in community? That question sure seems to be popular right now. The encouragement to develop authentic, doing-life-together relationships with people, the chastisement to stop hiding, stop being afraid of getting hurt – it’s all the rage,...

Teaching Kids About Gratitude & Giving

How many types of ketchup do we really need? My daughter has always been observant to an uncanny degree. This means, first of all, that you cannot have “for grown-up ears only” conversations around her, make promises (or threats) you don’t intend to...

When your arms are tired

I stood in the church basement, alone in a crowd of proud parents and chaotic kids, unsure of my next move. Am I going to throw up? Or am I going to cry? I wondered. Neither, as it turns out, because before I could process the news that had just rocked me, my daughter...

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