stand by me

Hello to my handful(?) of faithful followers. I wanted to say thank you for walking with me through my blogging journey thus far. As you may have noticed, my regular posting has declined in recent years, and I have made several promises on my Facebook page for more posts, and I haven’t followed through. There […]

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One More Choice

I’ve had Facebook for the last 3 elections, and I have never seen things get as personal as this one. Discussions were not being had; people were being talked at. If someone voiced a different opinion, they were not welcomed into the discussion, but belittled and attacked. And this happened among friends. The damage has […]

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ohana

Dear Family, What does this word actually mean for you? You toss that word around when it’s convenient for you, and when it’s not, you hoard it to yourselves and keep it exclusively. When has that word ever been used to describe us? Yet you asked me this week—no, you shamed me—in order to convince […]

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Good job, baby

Good job, baby! Good job! Daddy’s so proud of you! Good job! I decided extremely last minute that I would go to City Rock Fest this last Friday. It had been several months since I’d seen Disciple live, and I didn’t know when the next opportunity would be. This small decision healed my heart in […]

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wake your dreams

“A straight line may be the shortest distance between two points, but it is by no means the most interesting.” I came to Seattle in chase of a dream. I was positive that this dream was in my future, so I looked for reasons to be up there. The ones I found were so good […]

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deeper than blood

Family is a loaded word. For some, happy memories come to mind first. Smiles, laughter, enjoyment, safety, love—these are the things that encompass their family. For kids like me, that is the family we long for. Sorrow, pain, brokenness, fear, humiliation—these are what come to mind for me. Never enough, always alone; surrounded by people […]

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a prayer for Pancho

Pancho Gusto is a gentle person. He’s an older man, probably fifties or early sixties. There is a weight of something like guilt in his lovely green eyes – a physical feature he’s unable to explain since both of his parents were full-blooded Mexican. Pancho is a war veteran. Which war, I can’t quite remember […]

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