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Participating today in the #ShareTheLove blog tour.  I was invited by the sweetest Chicagoan journalist, Emily Miller who I simply refer to as Emmille (pronounced  em-meal) because her twitter handle @emmillerrwrites always read to me as Emmille R. Writes.  This generous soul spotted me a train pass and a coffee every morning of the Story […]

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Maya Angelou

Beautiful Maya via Don’t shoot the messenger! Hey, I’m just the messenger! A flippant yet poignant phrase, no?  The implication that someone is bringing a message of some sort to me from someone else, carrying it like a box of unsteady explosives or a barrel of chocolates.  The medium is superfluous, the messenger simply has […]

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grace is messy

Allow me to talk around my mess if I may… A few years ago, a best friend of mine who I adore & love like a sister, was in a hot, triflin’ mess.  Not the pretend kind that bloggers sometimes ramble on about in which their seemingly perfect children and marriages hit a bitty snag […]

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Yes, my insta feed, twitter feed & FB feed was all abuzz from my time at the #FFWgr.  At the Festival of Faith & Writers, I was entirely inspired, convicted, guilt-ridden to begin writing consistently again. Let’s just keep it real, y’all: 75% of the reason I went to FFW was Annie Lamott.  That, driving […]

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sad selfies

Lord, may I be willing to love. Let me be willing to sacrifice, truly sacrifice for others. Make me willing to set down my false self. Make me willing to see myself: the despicable and the beautiful. Let me be willing to own each and every loved nook and cranny. Make me willing to to […]

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I am super quick to dog myself out.  It’s not brilliant humility -so I’ve learned- but actually an unhealthy form of narcissism in which one focuses intensely on their downfalls.  Seriously? Yesssssss, Chile.  You can’t win for losin’. Years ago, I remember the look on my mentor’s face when I told him I created lists […]

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Little Girl

Last week a friend died.  She wasn’t someone I’d known for a long time, in fact, I’d only known her a week.  One week.  But she made an impression.  She was sweet, very kind, very honest with herself.  Even though she’d just met me she’d been vulnerable in front of me about a few things.  […]

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i wish you could see yourself

I wish you could see yourself the way I see you! He was all flummoxed.  All concerned.  Reasonably so.  I’d communicated something-or-other about how I’m-not-good-enough-for-this or don’t-deserve-this  OR THAT.  I’d weaseled my way out of kind words and decided instead to settle on why it’s okay for someone to treat me poorly because, really, it […]

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