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Banishing perfectionism as a new mom-writer

Facebook, CNN, People, Pinterest, YouTube, Gmail, Gmail, and Gmail just one more time.  These are the windows that flutter open and closed on my web browser.  When I have a free moment these days, my brain wants to check out.  You see, I am a new mom. I have managed to keep a baby alive for almost 10 weeks.  This baby has good days and fussy days. On the fussy

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Understanding: Part 2 of my rant about publishing

Part two of two: Click here for part one. Someone recently told me there is a large majority of Christians who are not worried about discipleship anymore as we have shifted into a desperate rhetoric of conversion.  When I think about this conversation of conversion, I go to a dark place my husband just interfaced with at a USC game. While walking up to his seat someone was passing out

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Where is “understanding” in discourse: A rant about publishing.

Part one of two “Now is not the time for bad theology,” a classmate of mine said.  He was recalling a story of being comforted about the death of a friend.  People responded to their own fear and uneasiness with platitudes like, “He is in a better place,” and “This is God’s will.” Why do we feel the need to cling to these Christan-ese easy answers? And this isn’t just

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My Magic Hour

Something rather curious happens to me on occasion as I lay in bed before getting in up the morning.  With my eyes closed, I am in an in between – one where God has started the day hours before, working without me, and my work has yet to begin. It is a magic hour – my magic hour (or at least a couple minutes). I am in a vulnerable position. 

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No more walls: A lesson three decades in the making

I’m three decades old today.  Old enough to say, over 20 years ago I remember what happened.  I was 10 years old.  It was a heated election year; I didn’t really understand what that was about.  Not sure I do now either.  The Berlin wall fell just a few years prior and we had a piece of it framed on our wall from my uncle.  I looked at this piece

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A Rebellious Gardener’s Hopeful Rant

Spring is here. I was doubtful for a bit with late rainstorms and typical gray mornings, but the mockingjays mockingbirds are sunning every morning reminding me their slumber is over. A few curious things have happened in the past couple weeks. 1. I finished my first school year as a faculty member. This leads to 2. I am fully entrenched in working and researching for the next book.  Which means

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Gardening with Doxology: Big words for a simple idea

The sermon yesterday was on letting things slow us down to lead us to the table; a table that holds bread and wine, also promise, tradition and hope. An altar of forgiveness and remembrance — of radical hospitality. It is an embodying act, this eating. Sure it can be rote, but the meaning comes sometimes subtly and other times overcome with tears or joy. It’s the love of what this

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7-year itch trip

I’m lying in bed at 3:00p.m. fully clothed with the covers over me. It’s been a long week.  And it’s about to get longer…. I hope. Nate is outside adjusting the rain cover over the chickens; I can see him out the windows.  I can also see the fava beans bending over towards the earth and if I squint, I can make out the new seedlings that are coming in

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Promise of Spring: A conversation with my 20-year-old self

The fruit trees are blossoming.  The promise of fruit – someday.  But definitely the promise of spring’s entrance. I used to correlate spring’s arrival with the bathing suits’ overnight appearance at Target. Summer is almost here, I would chant in my head seeing spring as something to survive to get to freedom. Now spring is one of my favorite seasons. There is a Zen saying that when the first bud

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On the “good” lessons

Sometimes I don’t see the good. I hear the wind and get scared more of our roof will blow away and take veggies with it. I hear the chickens at 6am going berserk and I run out with broccoli leaves bribing them to shut up so the neighbors don’t turn us in. But then I drive to work and see how the wind has carried the clouds and smog away.

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