can I retract that?

Sometimes I talk before I think. Sometimes I write before I think. Sometimes I think before I write, but then someone else says something that makes me think a different way, and I want to change what I originally wrote. You know? Last night, I was frustrated with the tone of my almost-ready-to-publish e-book. Parts of it seemed too Polly People-Pleaser, parts of it too Brash Betty, and I felt like I was walking a …

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why I don’t want you to read my book

I know this title sounds like a marketing ploy. And I don’t know how to convince you it isn’t. But it isn’t. I’m dead serious. You might have heard that I’m writing an e-book about unschooling. (the heck??) (our neighbor kiddos say this all the time–leaving off the “what”) And it is giving. me. FITS. Fits, I tell you. Holy cow. As I said on Facebook a little while ago, I just can’t get the …

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what will become of our stuff?

We have lots of decisions to make in the next three months. We’re moving to Cambodia. And we’ll probably take just what can fit in 10 suitcases. And we don’t want to burden our families by storing a billion things at their houses for who knows how long. The good news? We’ve been minimal-izing our lives for quite some time, so this task isn’t as daunting as it could be. The bad news? It’s still a …

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bless a pregnant mama?

bless a pregnant mama?

Friends. I feel all warm and fuzzy just thinking about all the Expecting books you’ve donated to crisis pregnancy centers over the years. THANK YOU. She’s my last book in print, and she’s special to me, because I get to share her in such a cool way. So, thanks for being a part of that. I just got my semi-annual (bi-annual? I never can remember–2x a year) royalty check today, and I like to use …

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full speed ahead!!

Gabe had his yearly check-up with his cardiologist this week, and he said everything looks great. “Full speed ahead to Cambodia!” were his words, and we received them with great relief and joy. Time’s a tickin’ and, now that the bedbugs have met their demise (We had our heat treatment yesterday. Thank you, Jesus!), we can focus our efforts on this Move to Cambodia thing. Which includes lots of Making the Most of Our Last …

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imagine being black (part 3)

Thank you, friends, for being willing to listen and to dialogue about these issues. (Catch up on Part 1 and Part 2 here.) I know, for some of you, it’s a squirmy, uncomfortable thing. For some of you, it’s new and confusing, and you don’t know what to think. And it’s easier to just click away, back to somewhere light and safe. For some of you, who have lived these stories (and more), it might …

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imagine being black (part 2)

If you missed Part 1, here you go. Our pastor, Rich Johnson, posted a link on Facebook earlier today that made my heart sing. Because the title? Is exactly what God has been pressing on my heart. It’s Time to Listen: Feeling the Pain Despite the Facts. Because, while I have been so, so, SO encouraged by so many white friends working so hard to understand what it’s like to be Black in America and …

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imagine being black

“Why do black people have to make everything about race?” “We’re never going to move forward in this country if people don’t stop playing the race card.” “Maybe if Michael Brown would’ve had more respect for authority, this whole mess wouldn’t have happened.” “Why doesn’t anyone complain when black people kill each other?” I’ve heard all of these and more this past week-and-a-half, and it makes my insides churn. With every day that passes, I feel …

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a white ally to black people?

This is kind of how it goes. 1.) News happens. But 2.) I don’t really pay attention. (I’m “too busy” warding off bedbugs and preparing to move across the world and mindlessly gluing cards with The Dancing Elephants and posting Instagram pics of our life at Abbey Lane.) For whatever reason, I use Facebook more for personal stuff than political. I like to see what my friends are up to, but I tend to block …

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the scoop on cambodia

I’ve been putting off writing this post because it means a lot to our family, and I want to get it right (and well, Bedbug Patrol is keeping me hopping). And we tossed around the idea of Gabe writing the post, so the naysayers (actually just one so far) could stop naysaying. But, as Gabe would say, I’m the writer, not him. And after the one-pager I wrote to our friends at the leasing office this …

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