Ring the Cowbell

Ring the Cowbell

When I was younger, I played softball. Geared in tight spandex with a hot pink aluminum bat, I was more concerned with how my hair looked in the god-awful hat I had to wear than my ERA. (Don’t be impressed that I know what that stands for; I grew up in a family that...

Dear Parents, Stop Being Your Child’s Redeemer

When we were younger we were thrown into the lake and told to paddle. It was more of a “sink or swim” literally type of parenting. With waves hitting us in the face and bathing suits filled with sand this is how we were brought up. Either you learned how to swim or...

Why I Never Write about Theology

I will never write about theology.  Unless you are looking for a theology that includes a messy, confused, always questioning girl who never went to seminary then I am your girl. Otherwise you probably will never see me published in anything that intellectual people...