Growing a World-Shaped Heart

Growing a World-Shaped Heart

I’ve lived most of my life as a third-culture kid. Basically, stranded in between countries and cultures. It’s been both the best and the worst of times. As a mom now, though, it’s a gift I hope I can pass on to my kids. To see the world from a...
Pico De Gallo And Prayers

Pico De Gallo And Prayers

I’m not a good cook. But on sad days what I want to do is take refuge in a kitchen, sitting at a good friend’s kitchen counter. America has had a lot of sad days recently. And there’s comfort in chopping and talking and eating and being together....
Please Stop Calling Yourself Names

Please Stop Calling Yourself Names

I have a son who calls himself names. As his mother it’s excruciating to hear. It takes my breath away to listen to how he talks to himself. Anytime he makes a mistake or a bad decision or can’t seem to get his shoelaces untied from their tangle of knots I’ll hear him...