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Have you ever felt shoehorned into a role that didn’t fit? Perhaps it wasn't a job, but a life season that was uncomfortable. Maybe even now

Alcohol wounded me and my family, then left us bleeding to die. Wounds were tended, mended, but left a scar no man could heal. But One.

Even after decades of healthy and mostly happy family relationships, witnessing other's turmoil causes the chaos to come crashing back.

I feel like I’ve been experiencing some pandemic deconstruction. Like, “take it down to the studs!” How about you, friend?

God doesn’t ask us to change ourselves. We would be totally incapable of making a dent in the way we think, feel, or act.

I was simply going about my life, no clue I was walking wounded and missing one of life's greatest pleasures – the deep friendship of women