Because Telling the Truth is Hard To Do
“Always tell the truth and never tell a lie”. That was our family motto when I was a kid. It’s a good motto, and one that I broke fairly easily. I didn’t lie when the consequences didn’t matter. “Did...
View ArticleWhen Deserts become Oasis
I’m sitting with my friend the Outpatient Monk, with the promise that I’ll write a blog post. I guess it’s time. The last few months have been full, and my visit with The Outpatient Monk and friends...
View ArticleMy need for adventure and fast-paced roller coasters
I once read in my favorite anthropology book (the only anthropology book I’ve ever read*), about the pattern of culture shock that each person experiences. When we enter a new experience, our minds and...
View ArticleChristianity Doesn’t Want You
In a moment in my early morning dream today, I was at a friend’s house for a party. During the party, this estranged friend of mine approached me in conversation. I can’t remember why I went to the...
View ArticleA Few Simple Stories of Hope
I was conned into writing a story about hope for the Hope Blog Tour, by The Outpatient Monk. He promised his readers I’d write one before I even said yes. That made me smile and start writing. Thanks,...
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I’m back!
I’ve mentioned a few times that I’m taking a break from writing, and my lack of blog posts and being kicked out of the BlogHer program makes that statement fairly obvious. Writing takes creative...
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Not waiting for “someday”
In the months prior to the race, I also somehow managed to convince (I’m becoming quite the sales woman) my dad that he could help me with a little project. When I lived in DC in 2005, I let it slip to...
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I’m going to wait and see
Not surprisingly, I really love building and creating things. I’m slowly setting up a shop and teaching myself how to build furniture. No less than a dozen people help me with each project, offering...
View ArticleRants to Revelations
I write my best material in the minutes immediately before falling asleep. Unfortunately, those are also the minutes when I’ll never remember the genius I came up with. There are a hundred excuses for...
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Thankful isn’t a strong enough word, sometimes.
I’m sitting in my favorite, overstuffed, blue denim chair drinking a mug of hot chamomile. My Norah Jones radio station successfully reminds me that everything is okay in the world, and an unexpected...
View ArticleKyla Joy, The Practical Life Coach
Pfish, pfshooh. That’s the sound of me dusting off this old blog. I can’t believe it’s been so long since I’ve written in this space. Good grief, it’s been this long since I’ve written anything at...
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