
Hugging The Porcupine (A Meditation on Tough Love)
There are lots of animals that are cuddle-worthy; ones you immediately want to grab and squeeze and hold. Porcupines are not normally one of them. Since I was a young

There are lots of animals that are cuddle-worthy; ones you immediately want to grab and squeeze and hold. Porcupines are not normally one of them. Since I was a young

We church folk love, love, LOVE to tell people we’ll pray for them. It’s the quickest, conversation-closing, most religious sounding thing we know we can fire-off in difficult situations, and both

When my father died suddenly back in September, I began doing what I always do: I started writing. These six posts, (the first one written just three days after his passing,

Blood is fascinating. It’s so full of life, so critical to every breath and step; a powerful, perpetual flood, flowing just there beneath the surface of our skin. It’s a

There are lots of animals that are cuddle-worthy; ones you immediately want to grab and squeeze and hold. Porcupines are not normally one of them. Since I was a young

We church folk love, love, LOVE to tell people we’ll pray for them. It’s the quickest, conversation-closing, most religious sounding thing we know we can fire-off in difficult situations, and both

When my father died suddenly back in September, I began doing what I always do: I started writing. These six posts, (the first one written just three days after his passing,

Blood is fascinating. It’s so full of life, so critical to every breath and step; a powerful, perpetual flood, flowing just there beneath the surface of our skin. It’s a