I'm a middle child in birth order. I'm also an INFJ on the Myers Briggs Inventory. My Enneagram is 9. All of that means that I am hardwired to be a peacemaker. I hate conflict. When people are angry at one another, I feel it in my own body. My heart breaks and my soul... Continue Reading →
A couple months ago, I was listening to an audio book about St. Francis in which the author discussed how monks in medieval times would have written. Unlike me, who jots my thoughts down on anything from scraps of paper to smart notebooks, Francis would not have had access to such things. Francis' writings, like... Continue Reading →
I know a thing or two about being replanted. A few years ago I made one of the hardest decisions of my life and followed God into the unknown. This unknown was Southern Idaho—maybe that doesn’t seem drastic to anyone else, but for me it was huge. I was leaving Appalachia, and I knew that... Continue Reading →
Image by Andrew Martin from Pixabay I’m back! It’s been more than a 18 months since I sat down and focused on writing. The pandemic struck and so many of the things that had always sustained me were shoved to the back burner… except I forgot to tun on the burner, so it’s just sat... Continue Reading →
Patience is an act of faith—a proclamation of trust—that God’s Will will be done in time. (Click to view video)
When I was studying Appalachian culture in college, one debate we often had in our classes was about whether the Appalachian people were fatalistic in their worldview. As a twenty-something with a wide world awaiting her and a head full of dreams, I argued that we were, in fact, not fatalistic. Years have spun out... Continue Reading →
Everything is 2020! I'm so excited to have two new adventures I am embarking on this year--two new avenues I'll be keeping you up-to-date on as the days go by. So what's new? First... a lifetime dream is coming true. Thanks to the expertise of Anna Weber Stearns at Voices in Print, I'll be publishing... Continue Reading →
It was a dreary day driving out of Idaho... and then cold and blustery in Wyoming (and snowing!) But even in the midst of the clouds there were moments of blue skies and sunshine. I couldn't help but be reminded that we are still in the Easter season and signs of resurrection are everywhere.
This Mother's Day, I find my heart dwelling on the ways in which we who never knew the thrill, the pain, the fear, or the joy of the miracle of birth mother the children around us. As my 21-year-old nephew prepares to make the long journey from West Virginia to Idaho in order to live... Continue Reading →
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