In light of this weekend’s immigration rulings, protests and pleas, I started thinking this afternoon about what a gift it is that I can move freely through much of this world. If I wanted to, I could get on a…
A Letter to the College Grads
It’s graduation season. Right now as I write these words, it’s a bright and sunny day and I know there are college students all over the place dressed up in robes, sitting in ceremonies and walking across stages. There are…
Joy
I don’t know how the trend started, but a few years ago people got really into choosing a single word as their theme for the new year. I’ve never been interested in resolutions, but words well, that’s a different matter….
Learning to Live with Our Number of Days
Two days before Rhett passed away last January, God stopped me in my kitchen. I was rushing to grab coffee and get out the door when it happened all of a sudden. It wouldn’t be right to keep him here if…
Remembering That Girl
I moved to Paris five years and one week ago today. Some days, remembering the normalcy of metro cards, baguettes and twinkly Eiffel Towers feels like squinting to understand the meaning of an abstract painting. People tell you it’s there,…
When God Meets You at Chuy’s
Author’s Note: Today is my half birthday. While I normally don’t celebrate July 22, it carries a deeper significance this year. On Wednesday, Jan. 21, my brave and beautiful nephew Rhett ran into the arms of Jesus. He was six…