That pretty much sums it up.
I spent years feeling disgruntled and discontent — I spent years struggling with worry, fear, doubt and a daily sense of failure. Through a journey of personal discovery, loss, grief and God’s gentle guidance, I have found freedom in my flaws. If I can help just one more person find that same sense of personal peace and contentment, then the journey been worthwhile.
I write about my boys – there are two, and here I call them Scooby (12) and Scrappy (8). Most of my humor stems from interactions with them. I write about stuff I love, and my apron-wearing partner in crime and parenthood (and the guy who leaves dirty socks on my bedroom floor six inches from the hamper). I write about books that I read (see category “Worth Repeating”), what makes me laugh, and sometimes, what makes me cry.
I now spend my days working at my church or speaking to MOPS and other women’s groups, and evenings trying to keep the peace (and our house from burning down). When I’m not writing or speaking, you can find me reading, digging in the garden, or shopping for shoes.