Apr
13
2023
I love that Dad worked hard to redefine success. He had to do it all his life because the temptation to place “numbers” or “money” or “fame” as the barometer of success is such a part of our culture....
Apr
11
2023
I am in love with Christianity, but I am also overwhelmed by all the trauma and bloody history this word represents. So I will say I am in love with Christ, this remarkable faith that God became man to...
Apr
10
2023
How important is hope? I can’t believe how I need it. I have five big hopeful dreams right now and they are easily toppled with a few fearful thoughts. My husband Shann is infinitely more pragmatic. He doesn’t get...
Apr
07
2023
One of the gifts God has given me is a reframing of what I define as good. It’s been a long life lesson. I believe the disciples learned this lesson. How God could take the most wretched, miserable, terrible,...
Apr
05
2023
I am surprised at how many men I meet who laud the fact that they don’t cry. They make it sound like it is an accomplishment. In my mind there are few bigger tragedies than dry-eyed men unable to...
Apr
03
2023
My husband Shann teaches poetry for Stanford. I read one of his lessons and it was so beautiful I felt like crying. He says that courage is needed to be a poet.
Courage is so necessary in poetry because pain...
Mar
31
2023
My dad loved people, and he built beautiful friendships. One person he loved is a man named Rachi Wortham. We just did a short video story about his life. You can check it out in the link below. We...
Mar
30
2023
My dad loved the concept of forgiveness. He grew up in an abusive home with a father he did not admire and in fact deeply hated. He wished there were a way to speak openly with his dad about...
Mar
29
2023
Does anger change us? Jesus opens his ministry after the wedding miracle with anger. I identify with this. Wanting to move the church with righteous indignation and sweep out all the offending people and practices. Then I realize I...
Mar
28
2023
I have a bad habit of imagining someone else's suffering will pass to me like a contagious disease. Sometimes the images of another's suffering is too much for me such as the vivid thought of the two seniors slamming...
