During the times in my life when I’ve felt exhausted, confused, backward, numb, or just generally depressed, I have found solace in creative space. That’s why writing has been such a shelter for me, a place to sort myself out. I’m learning, as I approach the very...

As I write, I’m at the Naval Academy, accompanying Steve on a "work trip" (also known as putting about a hundred Midshipmen who are interested in a career as a SEAL through a grueling night of God-only-knows-what). He has a bag full of gear and extra socks and...

Saying thanks for all the women who cuddle my children, who make me melancholy mix tapes, who pray when I send out a 911 text for some help, who call me in for a consult on bathroom decor, who remind me that I say ridiculous things like "I love an October baby" and...

I'm still musing on parts one and two of this series -- and apparently some of you are too -- so I thought I'd go ahead and write a part III. Let's talk about calling. First, there are those of us who feel as though a calling or callings have been revealed to us and...

I keep thinking about my post from Monday, so I thought I’d listen to the resonance and provide a second installment of the post, perhaps more personal this time. Maybe this is me commenting on my own post. Hmmmmm . . . that’s interesting. I confess to being a shoe...