Because if we opened ourselves to joy, well, there could be . . . dancing. And then how would we ever get back to the real grind of work?

I’ve lived the life of an over-eager onion peeler for many years.

2. Life is bitter/sweet.

'Tis the season to get those “our-kids-are-taking-a-break-from-Harvard-to-serve-in-the-Peace-Corps” Christmas letters.

Hospitality is the most unseen but foundational of the arts . . .

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

InSpero hosted Kate Harris at a lunch where she spoke on calling and creativity. I loved her. But I also hated her because she stripped away all my excuses.

They show up every day and run their race by faith that God is good in the midst of a life not planned nor wanted.T