Oh y’all. We are so so close (as in, like TWO WEEKS) from sharing all about the new book and telling you about the tricks and treats that go along with it (and THERE ARE PLENTY… I’m so thrilled!). But first! We need to build an official team to help get the word out. So
. . . . . New Year’s Resolutions. I suck at them. I’m a failure at resolutions. I’m a quitter. It’s just what I have done historically — when the going gets hard, I get going, to a new location where things aren’t so hard. But I’m trying to change. I want to be different.
I used to be really good at this- recapping the year. Ever since I started blogging in 2007 (I know, I’m a senior citizen in this blogosphere), it’s been a favorite pastime. Here’s the recaps thus far: 2007… before Nashville. 2008… when I moved to Nashville. 2009… before books. 2010… lame excuse for a recap,
(image cred: USA TODAY SPORTS) Abby Wambach retired yesterday as one of America’s most influential, impactful, and talented soccer players. More international goals than ANYONE who has ever played soccer- male or female. World Cup champion. Olympic Gold medalist (twice). 2012 FIFA Player of the Year. (And the list goes on. If you don’t
Subtitle: I HAD A VULNERABILITY HANGOVER LIKE WHOA YESTERDAY. Let me explain what that means. After I write a piece that makes me feel super vulnerable and exposed, the next day I feel like I have the flu. Call me crazy, or call me normal, but that’s what happens. I lay on the couch, I
First of all. I have a comment. Down there in the pictures, I promise I’m not trying to make a modeling face. I was listening to my friend talking and that is my sympatheic listening face. Sure, of all the necklace centric pictures, it was the one I chose. But I just had to talk
Do y’all have the same problem as me? Do you start one book and then start another and then have one in your car and one by the bed and suddenly you realize you are in the smack middle of five books? This is me. I was talking with some friends yesterday about the books
Apparently I am terrible at it. Y’all. I am so sorry. One post a month is such a bummer and a let down and I MISS YOU. So hiiiiiiiii. I’m heeeeeeeere. I promiiiiiiiiiise. And while I can’t tell you about the new book yet really, I can do things that hint at the things and
I can still feel dirt trapped in the corners of the shoes I’m wearing today. I didn’t expect to come home with dirt in my shoes. I also didn’t expect it to make me cry this morning, when I slid my feet into them, because I miss Jerusalem and my Israel Collective family. Since returning from
The older I get, the more I realize I can’t often just categorize experiences as GOOD or BAD, painful or happy. It seems that events and moments tend to mix together like a casserole. I had an experience like this recently, and wrote about it over at (in)courage. It’s important to me to be honest with
