love leads to repentance…
Whittier College circa 1999: Stauffer dormitory heard me beg for mercy like my life depended on it. Because it did. I was caught in a little lie that turned into a massive lie. Let’s just say that my attempted cover-up involved Nermin, the resident aid, John,...
heresy and translators…
I talk fast when I’m nervous. Like really fast. Sometimes it’s so fast things get lost in translation and heresy is created. For example, I was asked to work on a project for a children’s bible Thomas Nelson publication wanted to create. I was SO...three seasons and life lessons…
If you’ve followed this blog for awhile you know that I have this thing with movies and searching out unrequited meanings in the plot. While reading zie uber fabulous book Prodigal God by Tim Keller I was reminded of a foreign film that caused me to cry rivers...
proud to be american…
Not too long ago an nine year-old boy crossed the United States border with his family in flight from an abusive patriarch and oppressive country. They traveled with green cards but knew they would illegally stay in the Land of Opportunity when the cards expired 72...
lifeguard on duty…
I held my whistle loosely on my lips, I donned black ray bans, and my candy apple red toenail polish matched exactly to the color of my swimsuit. I totally looked like a lifeguard. Unbeknownst to me a seven year-old girl by the name of Emily was drowning right beneath...
I’m a writer and teacher in love with two men: Jesus and my husband, Matt. [You might not find this funny, but I laugh at myself, so it all balances out.]
