Confusion. Frustration. Anxiety. Was written all over my face. I hate to admit this. I like being the one who always has it all together. But, let’s face it. I don’t. I left the house a little too late. In the early morning winter darkness, I got a little lost on the...
As a staunchly “arty” teenager, I disdainfully rolled of my eyes when coaches and athletes would pontificate about the “life lessons” one learned on the football field, the basketball court or the baseball diamond. Embracing my more athletic side as an adult, I open...
This is part of my Listening in Lent series in which I reflect on my experience of practicing listening during this holy season. It started with my hip. That may seem like a weird thing to listen to. Other than the first-morning pops and groans, what sound does your...