Lunch with my girl (or, the first blog I ever published)

It will be eight years ago this fall that I wrote and published this brave story. Brave because I hadn't ANY idea what I was doing except taking the advise of a friend that I trusted. I was obeying a call, and I am grateful. That obedience profoundly changed my life. I now write professionally for a living. I have grown, but I had to start somewhere.

My censored prayers

I find myself so frustrated by the dearth of Grace practice by so-called Christians, that I'm inclined to profess my humanity on the regular. We are forgiven y'all, not perfect. (and you wonder why I wanna cuss?)