Just One More

I am confident that everything I have to give to my kids is never enough. All night long, they ask for things, all the things, every single thing. Just one more kiss. Just one more hug. Just one more song. Just one more book. Just one more game of tag. Just one more slow gathering … More Just One More

Damaged Goods

Let’s talk about sex. Ba-by. My Kindle essay, “The Valley of Achor,” is about obsession, infatuation, and love.  It is about sex and faith and God and mercy and redemption.  I have thought so much about these things ever since I prayed at 18 that whatever was causing my period to be two weeks late would … More Damaged Goods

Bad People Go to Hell and Other Parental Panic Moments

My lovely blue-eyed seven-year-old daughter giggled. “Bad people go to the devil when they die,” and my charming bow-tie and button-down-shirt wearing son giggled, too, “Yeah, but we’re going to heaven because of JESUS.” I stuttered and stammered, “Well, it’s true that Jesus saves us,” I said, “but I’m not sure about the devil. It’d … More Bad People Go to Hell and Other Parental Panic Moments