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On Feeding Imperfectly: Hard-earned Hospitality and Motherhood

Two posts in one week! I know, right? Today I'm over at GraceTable sharing about my long-journey into the kitchen and how--though I am not a natural cook--feeding my children has become a liturgy of grace in my life. Not all the good things we spend are lives doing come easy. In fact, plenty of them don't. And still, on ...

Delight: My One-Word for 2016 (and an announcement)

You are a delight. We say that to Ace, the baby who seems remarkably gifted at sweetness. I say it while I tickle him or while he giggles to my lame-mom attempts at singing our way through the afternoon. I say it to my older boys when they’re snuggling close, their hair sometimes the scent of the dreamcicle ice cream ...

The Ashes and the Being Made Whole

I published this piece two years ago at A Deeper Story, but I've never shared its entirety over here. Today is Ash Wednesday: let's think about wholeness, okay? I had planned to worship beside my husband on Ash Wednesday. For the almost-decade of our marriage, we have never once been to my favorite service of the year ...

On Friendship and God’s Bounty

It’s been five years since we moved three thousand miles from the western suburbs of Philadelphia to San Francisco. My husband’s company needed him to help launch a new product: We’d be transferred to California for two years, and then we’d be back. Just a little adventure, they said. Five years later, our ...

Receive: An Advent Meditation

  There’s a word that’s been loud in my mind this past week. Receive. Receive. My pastor spoke about it from the pulpit yesterday morning. Richard Rohr wrote about in his lovely Advent devotional this past Thursday. And I’m hearing it in my life right now, over and over. Receive the gift that God is ...

On Finding and Being Found . . . I’m guest posting at (in)courage today

This is our story. How sometimes the finding happens in the ordinary, everyday places. This is our story of grace dispensed in the mundane of our lives. And there, in our weaknesses, our frailties—our daily work of stuffing the laundry into the dryer and searching for a parking space, pushing our kids in the grimy, ...

An Invitation to Slow Work

  At the Festival of Faith and Writing I happily found myself in a session titled “Slow Reading.” I joked to a couple of friends on my way to the session that my whole reason for going was to make myself feel better about my inability to read anything half as fast as most of my peers. It’s true. I’m a slow ...