A Personal Best

A Personal Best

The rain poured slowly and steadily from the gray sky. With minutes left before the start of the race, I walked toward the start line. I checked my watch and fell into step behind four women. I overheard their conversation about their goals for the race. One women...
Two Questions

Two Questions

Sunday morning at church, every woman got a blank rectangle of paper. During the message, our pastor, Dean, told us he wanted us to write the answers to two questions on our papers. I grabbed a pen. Dean asked us to write down what we believe about ourselves on our...
Mother’s Day, Every Day

Mother’s Day, Every Day

My girls have been talking about Mother’s Day for weeks: planning, sneaking, scheming, secret-keeping. The littlest girl has decided that every day is Mother’s Day. So, on sunny afternoons she brings me flowers in her outstretched palm declaring...
I Admire Kathy Ireland. Here’s Why.

I Admire Kathy Ireland. Here’s Why.

I didn’t expect to love Kathy Ireland. In fact, when I first looked at the promotional materials for the conference I attended last weekend, I expressed frustration about the way the materials promoted her appearance. She’s amazingly beautiful. Amazingly...