Come as you are. As we all are. Imperfect, and beautiful. Pull up a chair. Sit with me awhile. Breathe. This is a place to celebrate life in all of its wildness and wonder. To be challenged and encouraged. To speak truth and hear it spoken. Let’s look out at the world together, and share what’s in our hearts. Let’s grow together. Everyone is welcome here.

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A Simplified Easter

I’ve been looking for the essence of Easter. Cleaning out the closet, if you will, and ditching all of the stuff that may be nice, interesting, or appealing to someone else, but for me not really useful. I don’t want to argue about theology. I don’t even want to try to understand everything. I just want Easter in a nutshell, Easter distilled, Easter in its simplest form.

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The People I Have Been

I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not…. I have already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be. Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem It is my twenty-fourth... read more

All The Noise, Noise, Noise, Noise

My nephew Hunter loves to watch How the Grinch Stole Christmas, except he calls the Grinch the “Grunch.” Hunter does not like the new Jim Carrey Grunch. Only the old-school cartoon Grunch will do (and I totally agree). So the other night he was over at... read more

A Happy Angst-giving

The season from Thanksgiving to Christmas is usually extra angst-ridden. On one hand it is my favorite time of the year. I love time off with family, decorating, baking, celebrating, pausing to be mindful of and thankful for all of the good in my life. On the other hand I find myself more mindful than usual that life, like the old year, is fleeting

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Body Building

This is a picture of some of the world’s greatest body builders, all assembled in one place for an early Thanksgiving dinner. The little church building on the corner of where highways 309 and 23 meet in Ozark–Webb City Baptist–can’t contain them all at once anymore. Lifting weights, after all, makes you grow.

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My Deerest

We say it takes a village to raise a child, and I believe that’s true. But equally true is that we adults also need raising sometimes. We all need a village.

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Her Hardest Hue

My favorite season is fall. Fall is football, hayrides, and War Eagle. It’s candles in pumpkins, a yellow harvest moon. Crisp mornings and cool nights. It’s Harper’s birthday, deer jerky, and Thanksgiving. It is waking up to scenes like this picture, to mountainsides ablaze with vibrant color. But it’s also darkness by 6:00. A prelude to winter, to bitter cold, to the death of many beautiful things.

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The Bridge

  There’s a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning. Thornton Wilder I was nine months pregnant with my first baby when Granny died. Earlier in the evening I stood beside the hospital bed where... read more

No Place Like Home

Every day I leave the Triple F Ranch to enter the world of academia. In academia I spend a lot of energy in conversations about language, perception, and communication. I do a lot of critical thinking. In between classes I take forays into my writing life where I think about poverty, and justice, and hope and Jesus (and coffee and kids and fiction and memoir and Guideposts devotions). And sometimes I come home with a headache.

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