My husband and I have a dog, Roger. He scares easily, hates being alone, and yawns more frequently than any living being I’ve ever met. We have big love for this little pup. However, one of the most miserable experiences to share with Roger is driving on the highway. He hates it. The car goes too fast, the noises are too loud, and there are no sufficient places to hide. When we make the 5-hour drive to visit our Chicago-area family, Roger’s anxiety takes up most of the space in our . . .
Last weekend, my husband and I had the supreme honor of attending our 4-year-old nephew’s soccer game. It was as hilarious and adorable as you would expect from a gaggle of 4-year-old soccer players—they were running into one another, tripping over their own feet, or standing totally still while staring at the sky for the entire game. I loved it. I love 4-year-old soccer players. (As a proud aunt, I must include that my nephew is legitimately talented at soccer and played a really impressive . . .
Friends, I'm so excited to introduce you to Leanna today. She is a force—one of strength and kindness and creativity. I admire her authenticity and perspective; I've tried to explain to Leanna how I see her but I feel at a loss for words. She's got that something, you know what I mean? Her authenticity, perspective, force, and that something are why I'm so glad she has begun this work as a photographer. I believe she is doing with her camera what I try to do with my words: Tell stories that are . . .
I remember sitting at the kitchen table, my husband to my right, as we finished dinner and casually talked about our day. I was fidgety and nervous, ready for the meal to be over so we could cut the distraction of food and focus on what I needed to share with him. “Honey?” I said in a small voice. This is often my husband’s first indication that I have something “serious” to talk about—my voice is rarely small. I told him I wrote something that I’d like to submit for consideration in an . . .
I graduated from The Seattle School in 2013 with a master's degree in Theology & Culture. Immediately after graduating, I began working at the school as an Assistant Instructor (what some of you may know as a Teaching Assistant). After two years as a student and two years as an Assistant Instructor, I left the school shortly before getting married and moving away. Before leaving, I was asked to speak at the school's year-end banquet. It was an honor (as was so much of the work I did at . . .
Hello and HAPPY Friday! I usually don't land in your inbox so late in the week, but I promise I have a good reason. Today, (in)courage has published a piece I wrote and I'm wasting NO TIME in sending you over to their slice of the internet to read it! I'm so excited. I love the (in)courage community and I bet you will, too. (Sign up here to receive free daily notes from (in)courage, sent right to your inbox!) Need a snippet to whet your palette? I get it. Read below! (Or head straight to my . . .