My son started his junior year today at a new school, a city of 3000 masquerading as a school. He walked in with his head held high, despite knowing he would know no-one. His bravery was stunning. Which made the crestfallen yet resolutely hopeful courage that swept across his face as he told me about… Read More He sat alone at lunch…

There are no words to bring her back. There are no numbers to count the weight of her loss. There is no measure of her impact. There is only grief mingled with hope, tears rolling down a face set like flint towards Jesus. Rachel Held Evans left this life and entered into the next yesterday.… Read More Woman of Valor

“Hey, less of the old, if you don’t mind!?”  The shout echoes across the pond. This holiday season brought me a beautiful gift in the form of 10,000 steps a day with my oldest and dearest friend.  When the Best Friend Ever™ comes to stay and is on a health kick, you walk.  And when… Read More Conversations with an Old Friend.