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Surrender in the Garden

I’ve been gardening nonstop this spring, for reasons that are both known and unknown to me. I come to the garden as a student, and while I can’t entirely say why I’m there, I know it’s where I need to be. I am not educated in horticulture, but I come to the garden with lust…
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Vulnerability Vs. Over-sharing

I’ve learned the difference between vulnerability and over-sharing the hard way. I look back at my college years and shudder. My memory of those first few years in college were an over-sharing fest. Put a bunch of sheltered, horny Christians trying to navigate their first steps in adulthood in close-quartered dorms and mandatory weekly “spiritual…
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To Those Who Don't Go To Church

Yesterday, I took my family to church for the first time in a year. I sprung it on Joe and Georgie in the morning after I enjoyed my last bite of the crispy pancakes they made me for breakfast. “Alright, get dressed. It’s Mother’s Day and we are going to church,” I said. Joe looked…
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In Honor of Our Unconventional Mothers

I’m thirteen years old and I’m dragging a bulbous manzanita branch to a burn pile. Its sharp edges graze my forearms and draw blood as I throw it in. I watch its silvery leaves shoot crackling sparks from the fire, while its burgundy bark smoulders. It’s time to turn around and get another branch, but…
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Ordinary Tuesdays

My life is very ordinary, and it’s at its most ordinary on Tuesdays. This morning, I woke Georgie up and got her out of her butterfly footie pajamas and out of her Mickey Mouse diaper and into a fresh Elmo diaper. She wanted to wear a skirt to play-care, I think because she finds skirts…
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I am NOT enough.

Last post, I talked about escaping a performance-based life. It was raw and honest, written from my heart. I appreciated your feedback. I suspected I wasn’t the only one. I want to explore this more with you. Maybe I’m wired for perfection, or maybe it’s the fundamentalist still brewing inside me, but I really don’t…
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You Are Enough

Hello Readers. I have a question for you. I’m sorry if it’s too nosy or intense for you on a Monday morning, but I’ve got to ask it. Where do you find your worth? Last week, I could have answered that question quickly. Too quickly. But then, my friends, something happened that forced me to…
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The miracle of friendship.

I’m thinking about friendship today. I don’t have any pretty words on the topic, because when I think about my friends, I am speechless. All I can get out is one of those guttural Anne Lamott prayers – “Wow.” Wow, God. My friends might on my mind more than usual today because I turn 28…
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A Quiet Heart In A Loud Life

This year has been a whirlwind and it doesn’t look like it’s going to stop any time soon. A year ago, I was quietly clunking away at the first chapters of my book during Baby G’s nap times, and once a week I’d head up to San Jose for an improv class. Life was, for…
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Exciting News!

I’ve been marinating in a certain project for the last year. It’s drained me and excited me and stretched me and driven me crazy and made me feel dead and alive and bored and moved and mostly really really tired. The result is a draft of my first book. It’s called Backslidden and it’s a…
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