When My Art Isn’t Deep, But I Am

“I still don’t understand proper techniques like underpainting, layering or glazing. But I understand the way white oil paint always smells a little like buttered popcorn and red is slippery and thin and brand new brushes get messy faster than I’d like to admit.” I’ve always been a creative sort of person. But I joke […]

Holding My Ground

I look like the kind of girl who can stick up for herself. I guess I am the kind of girl who can stick up for herself. But, more often than I’d like to admit, I cave instead of stand. I bend like a blade of grass on a windy day. Unless you’re related to […]

When I Would Rather Stand. Or Sit.

One thing I love about my church in Djibouti is that if the pastor tells us to sit but the choir is still singing and people in the congregation feel like standing, they stand. If the pastor says to stand and someone in the congregation feels like sitting, they sit. One person might pray out […]

Telling My Story

“You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should’ve behaved better.” ~Anne Lamott I’m going to write my memoir. No really, I am. Maybe I’ll start next week. This is what I keep saying, but I just can’t write it. I’m frozen. Swirling […]

Flying, For Real

“I want to see every inch of our planet, but even more than that, I want to share life with as many travelers from as many places as I can. And I want to see them all soar.“ Let’s talking about soaring, for real. Let’s talk about airplanes. I love flying. (I know Americans throw […]