I had a strange experience with my couch the other day. It is an inanimate object, I know, but, on this day, I looked at the oversized brown couch, as I do every day, and thought, “I cannot believe you’re here!” If you didn’t know that my husband and I moved from Washington to Ohio last fall, then you’re probably new here (in which case, welcome!). I’ve written a lot about this great big transition, mostly because I think it’s how I’m finding hope, help, and home in this great big . . .
In fifth grade, my best friend and I decided to dress up as twins for Halloween. Because we didn’t mess around with things of this nature, I went so far as to get my hair cut to match the length of hers. Now I’m not exactly sure where things went awry at the hair salon, but what happened is too many inches of my hair were left there. When my best friend came over the next day, she stood in the doorway looking at me. Her hair was below her shoulders, mine was at my chin. “Oh,” I said with . . .
Greetings from Seattle! My husband and I are traveling in western Washington this week, visiting our friends and family. Already, the time here has been so sweet. I can't wait to share more when I'm home. And I will! But enough about me—let's meet Katie! So here's something that makes me so excited about life. If you haven't heard (seen) me say (write) it before, one of the primary reasons I tell my stories is to connect with other people in their experiences of grace, grief, hope, delight, . . .
This week, I have been reminiscing on the significance of places. I dug up these few paragraphs I had written in January, and have added to them as my husband and I prepare to travel back to a familiar place in a few days. I have been in this room countless—literally, countless—times in my life. I was probably only days old the first time I ever entered this room. Almost 32 years later, this room is still one I sit in from time to time. It is the sanctuary of the small church in the . . .
Growing up, my best friend lived 14 houses down from me. I know, because I would count them as I rode my bike along the sidewalk, from my house to hers, several times a week. We did everything together—sleepovers, coordinated Halloween costumes, and the occasional dance routine performed for an unenthusiastic audience of our younger siblings. If you found Ashley, you’d probably find me, too. She was my partner in both crime and good deeds. The one who always wore the other half of my “Best . . .
Hello, all! I'm spending the week speaking at a camp up in the beautiful northwoods of Wisconsin. I love doing things like this and am so grateful for these opportunities. In my absence, I'm SUPER excited to have an accomplished author and friend as my guest writer today. Oh, and she's also my mom. She's the best, and I credit so much of my writing life to her unceasing encouragement. Thanks for being here, mom. One of my favorite things in the world is to listen to my 3-year-old grandson . . .