Hubba-hubba, Gratitude – Lookin’ Good!

I knew a woman who did all the gratitude practices – the journals and songs and dinnertime rituals with the kids and more – who seemed basically miserable to me. I spent a good bit of time mulling over that paradox: How can a person so intentional in her...

Certainty and the Meanest Gremlin Gabbing

The whole gremlin thing, it’s a way of bringing some levity and accessibility to a really challenging part of ourselves. I realized, as I stood before groups of students at the Roanoke Valley Governor’s School last week, that sometimes, I let that levity lull me into...

The Stoned Writer: When Fear Inhibits Creation

I have a friend with a book idea he’s been noodling on for the last few years. It’s a memoir of sorts, focused on his journey from being raised in the church in the way many people are – with a sense of belonging without a whole lot of intentionality – and how he came...

A Few Bears and a Few Thousand Stitches

I lived in rural Floyd County, Virginia, for nine years. Living rurally means frequent deer encounters, groundhogs living under outbuildings, and not-infrequent gifts of mice and moles left by the outdoor cats (and, yes, occasionally the indoor ones, too). In my first...

A Little New Year Foolishness

I’m a long-time year-end planner and I’ve gone about it a pile of ways. I’ll save you the gory details except to say that I’ve found that having a lot of those such details didn’t make me more productive or more capable of achieving anything. Instead, it mostly just...

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