Don’t Cry For Me Argentina
It won't be easy You'll think it strange When I try to explain how I feel ~ "Don't Cry for me Argentina," from Evita by Andrew Lloyd Webber It's been a joke for years, a decade maybe, and it became stock answer for just about anything that ailed me-- Chronic...
(in)RL 2014 Registration is LIVE ~ Make plans to attend!
Registration is now open for (in)courage’s annual (in)RL webcast. I'm thrilled to be , so if you're nearby, consider this my personal invitation ! If you're familiar with it, you know you're in for a treat; if it's new to you, in a nutshell, it's a women’s...
When poetry meets technology :: What will your verse be?
Not a word was spoken until about 12 seconds into the commercial, but then 22 words snatched my attention and held me captive for the remaining 78. I was ready to buy whatever they were selling though I wasn't sure until the end-- An iPad Air. Combining...
Faith’s courage and curiosity: Blind men walking
"...for we walk by faith, not by sight..." 2 Corinthians 5:7 ~ joining Deidra Riggs' Sunday Community, a lovely collection of inspirational thought....
It’s never too late to become a life-long learner
It was while reading Tsh’s piece about family purpose statements a few years ago I realized I had relegated learning primarily to the classroom. It registered as a sharp, stinging jolt to my personal sensibilities. Without meaning to, I had halted...
When I forgot to keep learning on purpose
Maybe it was because in my 20s and 30s I thought I knew everything. Or perhaps it was tied to stage of life, when I was raising three babies and burning a candle at three ends, when "busy" was an idol or a god. Or maybe the "tyranny of the urgent" blinded me to...
Winter’s lament
Winter's Lament Four snowflakes sailed passed my window a horizontal glide a finger to gravity wind's revelation. tiny misguided flurry losing its way leaving their pack choosing a less-traveled path. so easy to count too easy to count a tease a taunt a...
On Waiting and Advent
It's different now. Christmas. It's different. This celebration of a baby king that culminates in a wrapping paper frenzy and tissue paper flurry on Christmas morning has changed with the times. The times are my children--taller than me and more often...