And by “she,” I mean me. Or I. Whatever. That’s the point. I’m turning less young this week, and I’ve been learning…slowly..painfully slowly… the art of letting my SELF…go. Before I ever again look at a woman and think “sad how she’s let herself go,” I’m going to lean in (which, granted, might cause her [...]
I didn’t grow up with my hands in the dirt. I never planted anything in any of the yards of any of the houses we called home over those years. It was Grandma, who lived with us, who set roses in the beds. Grandma on her knees in the same old paint-stained brown jeans she [...]
(Me, IJM Staffers Daria Wilson and Amy Lucia, Sara Groves) I’ve been hearing about International Justice Mission for a while now, primarily in association with my friend Sara Groves who has been a passionate supporter and contributor to IJM. Interestingly, we had just recently talked about IJM and the possibility of my contributing at some [...]
“You don’t HAVE to do anything, but you CAN do a lot of things.” She was 16-years-old and said it with a comical grin, referring to my dilemma over whether or not to feel obligated to patch a small hole in my skirt. She’s a free spirit. I have never been as free as I [...]
