We can’t be silent when our fellow brothers and sisters are grieving, even if that action is simply and humbly saying “my heart is broken for you and I am with you.”… Read More On fear, faith, hope, and love
I tend to suffer from “Shiny Object Syndrome.” I get passionate about a new project, only to start a new one shortly thereafter. I brainstorm ideas, make lists and plans, and then forget about them. Repeat ad nauseum.
It’s like my brain is forever stewing in a Lazarus Pit.… Read More Out of the Lazarus Pit
I have always felt like a social outlier. I never understood why people saw me as aloof or “shy,” when I was crazy and exuberant at home with my family. It wasn’t until well after my college years — the period when all the stress and confusion about how I fit into society led to episodes of depression and anxiety — when I finally discovered what it meant to be an INTROVERT.… Read More The Power of Introverts
I have always identified as a “renaissance woman” — I’ve adopted many hobbies and skills and interests over the years, and have no shame in saying that I have talent in those areas. But the saying goes — jack-of-all-trades, master-of-none.… Read More Jack of all trades…