This week I started working on my books again for the first time since Mom passed. Eight months ago. I probably shouldn’t have taken such a long break. Writing is therapeutic for me, after all. But the words wouldn’t come. And when they did, they weren’t worth sharing. I hate…

Tonight my community group (life group) will host a special guest. One of our pastors is coming to give a demonstration of the Passover meal. A few members of our group have seen him do this before. I am not one of the few. The buzz about it has been…

Last night I experienced something amazing. Something worth sharing with the 95 people sitting there ready to listen to me. And then I picked up a microphone and killed it. But not in a mic drop way. In a mic wasting way. Who Am I? I posted several months ago…