Women, can we talk for a minute? It's March 8 and it seems like a good day to chat about breaking a habit that does harm to so many of us... it's found in the simple phrase: "I'm not like other women, I don't do that." Whatever that is, I've found myself being guilty of saying … Continue reading Me, You, Her.
Social media can get bad reports, and rightly so, but what if the sinister side of social media can be outweighed by the storytelling we can do within it? What if social media can help us share not just our highlight reel, but our struggles, questions, joys and even embarrassment? I honestly believe that it … Continue reading Putting the Social Back in Social Media
There's a table in my apartment. It's a picnic table turned dining table, painted blue and teal and pink. It was made by my husband and some church friends. There are names scribbled underneath it of those who have shared a meal around it, and just months after the table was made there are already … Continue reading Table, Tea & Hospitality
You've been taught over your lifetime that to be beautiful is to be the same. You've been taught that to deviate is to disappear from worthiness. You've been taught that your value is formed by the size of your waistline and the smoothness of your skin. You've been sold a lie for the sake of … Continue reading Beautiful You.
You, who has a voice that lingers in the back of your mind. You, who has echoes of words that wreaked havoc once upon a time still bouncing in the chasm of your consciousness. You, who has a weight to bear that you would wish upon no one else. You, who finds yourself dragged again … Continue reading Hope.
There are places that make your heart beat faster and your lips curl into a smile. It's as though the joy and the memories are trying to take over and for that moment, you're back to who and what you once were. Sussex Inlet is one of those places for me. There was an old … Continue reading The One Where He Asks a Question…
Each Wednesday this year I spend the evening at a church in the city. It's a healing service. We sing, and we sermon, and we pray. We pray because we have a good father who loves us and who hears our cries for help and hears us even when we cannot find words to say. … Continue reading Sydney to Orlando