“It’s Friday, Mommy. You sometimes get us donuts on Fridays.” My daughter looked at me with saucer eyes and pronounced pout. Her older sister lurked into the room, watching us carefully.
They sometimes team up. Almost always for the sake of a treat of some kind. It’s fun.
This was the Friday before Christmas, 8:37 a.m. Seven decades worth of winter break stretched out ahead of us, a tundra of off-routine children full of energy and laments.
The battle for my composure had only begun.
Sometimes we must fight with resistance. Sometimes we must fight with strategy.
In that moment, I opted for the latter. Continue reading “Cupcakes for breakfast and other wise choices I’ve made recently”
To be clear upfront, this isn’t one of those posts. The kind that derides Millennials and all their Millennial-ist ways. Nope, no digs on stocking caps worn year-round or the word “savage” being applied to nouns that have nothing to do with uncontrolled violence.
This is a post that looks the other direction, square at us “old people,” and challenges us to view Millennials in a different way.
Because we need to. Badly. In the worst way. Continue reading “Hug a Millennial”
As a creative, I love what I do. I can’t help but do it. I’m compelled to write and tell stories to hopefully inspire others. Writing is as essential as breathing.
Most creatives are this way. Writers, musicians, vocalists, actors, photographers, illustrators, designers, food creators, etc. We create because we don’t know how NOT to.
The world would look anemic to us if we could not create.
After I released my self-published book Uncage My Brave, I found myself repeatedly astounded that friends and family actually paid MORE than the list price of the book and they promoted it on social media because, they said, they wanted to show their support for my work.
Why would I be astounded by this? Because, sadly, I’ve come to expect the opposite in this line of work.
The world respects our creations, but often it does not respect us, the creatives. Continue reading “5 ways to support the creative you love”
So where were we?
Oh, yes. Last we spoke, I had returned from a month-long break from blogging and social media to focus more time in worship, and I said God had revealed a new vision for my writing life.
For those who question the sanity of anyone who says God reveals things to them, please know I once shared your line of thinking. I also once questioned the sanity of anyone who loved coffee. That was before caramel macchiatos came into my life.
We all have our maturing to do.
In my last post, I promised to share with you this new vision God laid out for me. I am a woman of my word, so put on your listening ears. Continue reading “The choice I should have made a long time ago”
So, I’m back. For the last month, I have been intentionally disconnected from blogging and social media, both personal and professional. I called this period “going dark,” and I turned the lights back on this past Tuesday, Sept. 12 (read my full explanation of “going dark” here).
Can I be honest?
I didn’t want to come back.
I am in no hurry to get back into the swing of Facebook posts and blogging monologues. Not because I don’t think such things have value, but because I enjoyed my time away THAT much. Continue reading “I don’t really want to write this”