


On Finding My Rhythm
I usually walk the hilly mile to the front of our subdivision alone and then jog back, but today four of the kids go with me. I head out the door with my phone but no earbuds, anticipating two miles of silly conversation. The kids who are on foot took off without...
Will You Be Coming to Becoming?
I’m one part giddy, one part nervous to speak at the Becoming Conference 2012 in Asheville, NC, along with Jen, Nester, and some other ladies that I’ll meet this weekend. The conference focuses on becoming more creative, frugal, and purposeful. I’ve...
Dear Me . . . {a letter to my teenage self}
Dear Me: I’m traveling back over half a lifetime to whisper words in your young ear: some to encourage, some to warn. All are well-meant. Honestly, girl, you spend too much time worrying about the size of your nose and your bowed legs. Once the days of drill...