Sex and Faith: the universal human longings

I’ve been thinking about love. And sex. And faith. I’ve been listening to interesting, thoughtful, compelling, compassionate and artistic women as they strip down and bare their beliefs. Wrapped in blankets and propped between pillows, when the night light...

Of Bono, Elephants and Compassion

I was surrounded by rock stars last week. Bono was there. And Tony Blair. Bill Hybels MC’d. In my opinion, only Archbishop Desmond Tutu was missing from the all-star line up of speakers, leaders and visionaries who visited with me and 7,000 of my closest friends at...
Because I am a Mom, I Believe

Because I am a Mom, I Believe

**Alternately titled, “Pardon Me, But I Believe That’s My Face You’re Using as a Pillow!”** I heard a remarkable thing today. I heard a perspective on a worn out worship song that was brand new to me. I heard a man get up and say, that anytime he thinks of...
Motherhood Rocks

Motherhood Rocks

Sometimes being a mother is more than a series of moments connected only by dirty diapers, empty baby wipe bins, toy cars strewn all over the bathroom floor, and bum cream. If you listen closely there is a melody that connects it all. There is a pulsating rhythm of...
Because I am a Mom, I Believe

Yes, I’m THAT kind of mama

As in, when I dropped my 3 and half year old at preschool his teacher took one look at him and said to me, “but…..today is PICTURE day!” To which I calmly responded – “Yes, I do know that. I also realize that Jackson is wearing the EXACT...