When my children were younger (Graham age 6, and Kristin age 7), I was stressed out. I was commuting to grad school, overwhelmed by academia, reading journals I didn’t understand, writing
“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,
I received over 100 responses to my last blog about my attempt to enter the dating world at 50! Many of you wrote that you thought I was courageous, but
When I was in college the big event of the year was the Valentine’s Banquet. It was the occasion that often marked the beginning of a dating relationship. I had heard stories
It’s been a few months since I’ve posted a blog — in case anyone is keeping track. The primary reason this well has been dry is that I have been
I lied to a friend of mine this week. He asked how I was doing and rather than talk about some heartache and struggle, I answered with the favorite Christian f-word, “Fine.”
Hi, My name is Sharon and I’m fifty years old today. But that’s not my deepest story. My name is Sharon and I’m an alcoholic — taking two steps forward
A lot of my closest friends are addicts. I tend to really like broken, messy people — people desperate for change and yet terrified of change. One of these dear
Wednesday night I walked into a place that I never intended to be. I was immediately asked to hand over my driver’s license, leave all my personal belongings behind, and
I met Gigi four years ago. She had been married for six months. Gigi explained to me how she had sought God’s guidance in her dating life and her decision
