…what to do when your Mom is diagnosed with cancer

…what to do when your Mom is diagnosed with cancer

That’s not a heavy headline at all, right? Don’t worry. I’m not going to give you a 7-Step Download or self-help guidance. I couldn’t any more answer that question for you than I could tell you why I wear an 8 1/2 in a shoe on my right foot and a 5 on my left. […]

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That’s not a heavy headline at all, right? Don’t worry. I’m not going to give you a 7-Step Download or self-help guidance. I couldn’t any more answer that question for you than I could tell you why I wear an 8 1/2 in a shoe on my right foot and a 5 on my left. Beats...
The Reckoning:  My second Walk from E22 to B14

The Reckoning: My second Walk from E22 to B14

I thought, “If I could only be her size, I would be happy. She’s a nice size, and she’s pretty. God, I would be so grateful if I could just look like her.”

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Charlotte, NC:  the walk from terminal E, Gate 22, to Terminal B, Gate 14, will forever be etched into my mind. The first time I made that exact walk was a cold snowy night about 3 years ago. I was trying to get back home to Nashville from a business trip. I remember...
Setting the record straight: I am straight.

Setting the record straight: I am straight.

I was at an event recently where I ran into an old friend. It was so nice to see him, and as we were catching up, he asked, “So, are you married yet?” That’s a question I’m used to. I think it’s just part of societal small talk. So, as I took a breath to […]

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I was at an event recently where I ran into an old friend. It was so nice to see him, and as we were catching up, he asked, “So, are you married yet?” That’s a question I’m used to. I think it’s just part of societal small talk. So, as I took a breath to answer, my...
Before and After

Before and After

I remember reading once about how to recognize defining moments. We can find them because we refer to them in ‘befores’ and afters.’ …before I moved to Nashville. …after I got my first publishing deal. …before I bought my first house. …after my puppy ate my favorite shoes. …before I tasted Nutella. …after I tasted Nutella. […]

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I remember reading once about how to recognize defining moments. We can find them because we refer to them in ‘befores’ and afters.’ …before I moved to Nashville. …after I got my first publishing deal. …before I bought my first house. …after my puppy ate my favorite...
…he thinks you’re ugly?

…he thinks you’re ugly?

I was recently telling a great guy friend a story about a man walking up to me in the grocery just to tell me he thought I was ugly. My friend couldn’t believe it. Were you following him?  No. Could he have thought you were someone else?  No. Was he actually flirting with you?  No. […]

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I was recently telling a great guy friend a story about a man walking up to me in the grocery just to tell me he thought I was ugly. My friend couldn’t believe it. Were you following him?  No. Could he have thought you were someone else?  No. Was he actually flirting...