Category: musings

Today in church someone told a story about a devastated woman who had experienced a terrible time (losing her marriage, suffering a ton of loss and heartache, just imagine all the badness) and felt all alone in the world. She prayed for the Lord to let her know He knew her. When I heard that

I’m looking at a picture of a One-Way road sign. And I’m pondering. If a road actually only went one way, would someone really have to post a sign to say so? By definition, if the sign is there, it’s possible to go the other way. So why do we follow the sign? Why do

It’s not a big secret. I’m getting totally middle-aged. I’m generally okay with that, except when it comes to the things that aren’t awesome. Let me explain, for those of you who dread the 40s (or even the 30s). This amazing thing happened to me, and I’ve talked to plenty of people for whom it

Walking the freezing streets of New York City in January [1], I wasn’t willing to stop my forward motion for much. I chaperoned with an iron fist, kind of. “Go. Move. Keep walking. Tighten it up. Come on.” The only things that halted me were window displays of perfect macarons and this: A coffee shop

Here in the Independent Study Class of Fabulousness, I’m reading Romantics. Poets, novelists, essayists. And I just finished my assignment from Mary Wollstonecraft, “A Vindication of the Rights of Woman” which was written in six weeks. (*WHAT?!*) It’s interesting in the way any Romantic era writing is interesting (read: why say it in thirty words