His Cup of Tea

March 19, 1989. I had to look up the actual date, but the time itself is easy to remember. I first made a profession of faith on Palm Sunday when I was eight years old. I was baptized the following week on Easter Sunday. Thirty-one years later, I realize I made this decision before I…

You Look Great (and Other Insults)

It’s been a minute since we talked about weight. (Did your brain just jump to a picture of a scale? Hang with me for a minute; that’s not what I’m going for.) ‘Tis the season for delicious treats, festive drinks, and the softest of PJs. Unfortunately, it’s also prime time for diet talk, resolution pressure,…

Anchored

“How’s the temp?” I yelled outside as my husband lit the grill to prep for dinner. “Chilly, but great.” That was all the encouragement I needed to bundle in my housecoat, pour a glass of red, and head outside. 63 degrees and sitting under swaying trees looks a lot different now than it did five…

Be Still & Know

I am married to a TV guy. He literally works in video so his love of moving pictures comes as no shock. He even loves the news. And very large, very expensive televisions. I had to put my foot down with the 65″ hanging on our living room wall. [Sidenote: I just yelled downstairs to…

El Roi & El Shâma

“People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.” –Elisabeth Kübler-Ross Quiet. It’s my most favorite sound. For the past two weeks, I’ve had the most glorious sleep. Coming off a long…

The Shame Game

I’m about halfway through Brené Brown’s Gifts of Imperfections. It’s a short book, but I’m taking it chapter by chapter, averaging one every two weeks to really unpack this. It’s like my Voice of Reason and I have our own little book club (although, mostly one-sided), where I draw parallels between other things I’ve read…

See Brave, Say Brave

365 days. One year. I remember waking up on January 5, 2018 to a phone call from my mom. It’s unlike her to call so early (especially since she knows Nashville trails Atlanta by one time zone), so it felt important. With my heart plummeting to my stomach, I sleepily answered the phone and asked her…

Ready, Set…

I began writing this twenty minutes south of Atlanta, preparing to leave my parents’ home. As a college student who’d started coming and going over the holidays, I remember talking to a friend of mine who was ten years older. “Leaving never gets easier,” she said. We started the day around the breakfast table, drinking…

Joy Rebel

There’s a childhood song that bounced around my head the other day: “I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, down in my heart. (Where?) Down in my heart! (Where?) Down in my heart!” It made me sit a minute and wrestle with the word that’s held so much meaning for me this year. As I’ve shared…

‘Tis the Season

Shout-out to diet culture for an excellent marketing strategy. It’s the holidays! Celebrate! Oh, but not TOO much celebrating. See, now you’ve overdone it. But you’re in luck! We have programs that will fix you – half off if you join today! Brace yourselves. We’ll be bombarded for the next two months with anti-us messaging….