Beauty and brokenness are a package deal. If I live only in beauty, I live in denial. If I live only in brokenness, I live in despair. Beauty in the midst of brokenness is the cup of cold water, the hint of hope that there is more to come.

I’ll take sticks and stones to break my bones any day because it’s words that hurt me. Sadly, it’s not someone else shouting them at me. It’s my own inner voice whispering them in my ear.

Do you know how to totally paralyze a book lover? Tag her in a Facebook message challenging her to list her top ten books.

All I could hear was Miracle Max’s voice from Princess Bride. Was the vine “mostly dead or all dead?”

My late-bloomer bucket list is long: running a marathon, having straight teeth, singing on key.

Choosing the "AND" Life in an Easy-Button, Less-Filling World

When I think of the word believe, I hear Peter Pan’s pleading voice, “Do you believe in fairies? Clap if you believe in fairies!”