. . . . . 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.
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
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
I got a card in the mail last week from a favorite 12-year-old. She’s the daughter of a friend of mine and someone I spend a good amount of time with. I love getting snail mail — handwritten, thought out, and no delete button or ability to edit. In fact, halfway through her card she
I know. I need to tell you about how I got trapped in a bathroom at a gas station on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere Ecuador. I need to tell you about the Compassion guys I sponsored- I call them my Ecuadudes. I need to tell you that I was
The Bloom Book Club officially ends today. Over the last month and a half or so, hundreds of women across the internet have been reading Let’s All Be Brave together, discussing it on Facebook and on the Bloom Book Club page, and watching videos where I sat on my red couch and talked about my
I wish I really was at a ranch. Particularly Ree’s ranch. Her show on Food Network makes me want to hang out on her ranch and eat her snacks and ride a horse and brand a cattle. Okay, but really. Here on the ranch known as Annie’s life… Well. This was a major thing. Marie
Oh friends. So we are on week two of the (in)courage Bloom Book Club. It has already been such a fun experience, connecting with HUNDREDS of readers around the world as they discuss chapters from Let’s All Be Brave. It feels weird, honestly. But a good weird- a “how in the world did God pick
Yes. I know. I died of happy, too. Let’s read the book together, y’all! You can get all the details you need from the Bloom Book Club page over at (in)courage! I mean. EEK and ACK and WOW and WHOA and NICE MOVE, MONDAY!
A few weeks ago, I got all inspired on a walk at my favorite lake here in Nashville. That tends to be how my life works these days- I experience something, work my way through it, then figure out a way to share about it. And this verse in the picture (and yes, that is