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 . . .
I love making lists. The more detailed the list, the better. (Read: The more chances I have to cross things off said list!) Although I have a deep affinity for creating lists, I do not have a Bucket List—that is, a list of things I want to do before I die. If you have one, I think you’re forward thinking and organized, and I’m a little bit jealous. As of right now, the only item I’d know to add to my informal and undocumented Bucket List is this: 1. Make a Bucket List So I have some . . .