The most flawed relationship in my life is with my daughter. Kristin is twenty-five years old and we have yelled and screamed at each other and gone on fabulous shopping
Nothing has gone right these past days. My Blackberry stopped working. (That is not a minor glitch for me — my Blackberry!!!) That is a dark day. And then the dashboard of
“The invisible dragon roared, I cowered, and what I’ve called “the impostor” was born, a shadow to the my eight-year-old life. The impostor is a fake version of yourself, and
“My story is a rosary, the beads of which are the people and experiences that have made me what I am. I have tried to move from one bead to
Below is a story from my dear friend Ruth — who was practically perfect and completely miserable. I can identify with this Salvation Story, and I’m so grateful that God
“The disciples came up and asked, ‘Why do you tell stories?’ [Jesus] replied, ‘You’ve been given insight into God’s kingdom. . . . Whenever someone has a ready heart for this,
Today is my 52nd birthday, and today I begin a series of posts — 52 Stories of Salvation. Years ago I found myself in a moment of truth that began
“Count back from one hundred,” the anesthesiologist prompted me with the standard cue that ushers surgery patients into a safe oblivion. In those split seconds before everything went blank I remember
I went to a funeral on Friday for a man about my age. The funeral was held at Fort Logan Cemetery — the burial site in Colorado for veterans. I was impressed
BEFORE READING: Please know that my intention in writing the blog below was not to shame anyone. Quite honestly I wrote this blog immediately after watching the 20/20 program and
