Last weekend I had the opportunity to gather with a small group of women by a lake, way out in the middle of nowhere Kansas. Although I only knew Katie and Erin going in, I left with a dozen sweet new friends. #delight2016 showed up big time. Katie’s purpose for organizing the getaway was to… Continue reading Sinking Into Your Story
Like the growl for pad thai or blood orange gelato, sometimes I get hungry for a good story. Usually this craving happens when too much busy bullies up against my soul. I want nothing more than to settle into a darkened theater, crack open a thick novel or call up a friend for coffee, to gorge on… Continue reading The Story Shelf: 3/2016
Last fall I filled my grandmother’s apartment with smoke and all she did was laugh and tell a story. In what could’ve been a moment of fiasco, she instinctively chose to insert a tiny snapshot of memory. Stories trail magic in their power to communicate and transform. Even small anecdotal stories of our childhood, hold influence and weight… Continue reading Of Feathers and Burned Toast
Hello, 2016! Welcome to The (newly designed) Story Place. I was itching to do a big fat blog overhaul all last year but knew it would be time consuming and require more brain cells than I was willing to commit. Thankfully, my new posse of Hope Writer friends have given me courage to learn new things. Combined… Continue reading New Year, New Story
This is one of those weeks that can feel more messy than usual. We gather our people around tables and living rooms and kitchens under the ruse of giving thanks. What ends up taking place amidst the smell of turkey and taste of pumpkin is a smackdown story between high expectations and brokenness. May the… Continue reading The Futility of Spit and Duct Tape
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