A couple of weeks ago, the editor of The Midland Reporter-Telegram reached out and asked if I’d consider writing a reflection on the end of 2020 for our local paper. I was honored to be asked and the topic intrigued me, so I said yes and wondered if I could find a hopeful note to strike in … More Enough, Already

The truth is, none of us see ourselves clearly. And what my little one sees most clearly when she looks in the mirror are all the ways she deems herself deficient.  Of course, it’s not how her daddy or I see her. It’s not how her sister or her friends or her teachers or her … More Seeing Clearly With One Eye

Sometimes when the world is loud and scary and overwhelming and I feel afraid for my children’s future, I write them letters.  They may never read these letters until they are much older, but they steady my heart for now and, in a mysterious way, help me “mother myself” out of my fear and anxiety… … More Moving Forward by Starting Again

It took a car racing down my neighborhood street for me to recognize that there is, in fact, an I in racist. My brother is black.  My daughter is Asian.  I am intentional about building friendships with people who don’t look, think, dress, speak, or act like me.  I raise my children to do the … More There is an I in Racist

Since my last blog post, it’s been quite a whirlwind… After writing about the Day the Bottom Fell Out, I started seeing the article get shared all over my Facebook feed.  Normally I’m not one to watch stats; I write this journal mostly for myself and for my kiddos someday.  But I was curious…Over 16,000 … More That Time I Wrote for The Times