Cowlicks and Banners of Love
What does it look like to call something beloved when everything feels broken?
What does it look like to call something beloved when everything feels broken?
As we parent teens, we might not have helpful answers, or any answers at all, but we need to show up for their passionate questions.
I am still descending. Most days I think I’m just now learning where the steps are.
A wolf without a pack is a wolf with a grim future.
Our greatest challenge may not be disagreement itself, but our diminishing capacity to remain in relationship across it.
It’s the kind of grace you notice more as you get older, and wish you practiced more often yourself.
My father’s silence told me there was something else, buried deep inside him, that I could not reach.
How long before these breaking news headlines start to break me—or the deeper, real-er version of me?
There are spaces that open their doors and make me feel received, and then there are spaces that open their doors but already have a shape in mind for who I should become once I step inside.