You know how it feels to find a a book you love? I am talking about the kind of read (that you can’t wait until the next time) you get a chance to sit down and enjoy a few more chapters.

Looking for a new read? I highly recommend The Scent Keeper by Erica Bauermeister.

This book is a novel, and I am not usually a fiction-reading-kind-of-gal. I am mostly drawn to non-fiction spirituality but this title jumped off the shelf and tethered me like an anchor’s force from a sea of books.

Today marks a special day, a day to honor dad. As my readers are mostly comprised of mothers, it feels important to call out a special honoring today, to our fathers.

This morning, my husband was celebrated with Facetime chats and a special dinner  planned for him.

In a mother’s womb were two babies. One asked the other:
“Do you believe in life after delivery?”
The other replied, “Why, of course. There has to be something after delivery.

Society gives recognition or applause for a well-designed skyscraper or a glamorous movie star but gives little notice to parents for their work in guiding and nurturing a child’s soul.

Appreciation for MOTHER EARTH

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate, our deepest fear is that we are more powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.

My friend, CEO of Girl Friday Productions, and the stellar editor of my first two books, Leslie Miller is genius. She has her master’s in English literature, but dropped out of her PhD program because…

I like to think of myself as productive. At the end of the day it feels good to reflect back and feel accomplished. But this satisfaction is very different than feeling the need to be in constant movement- constantly checking things off a list. The difference with living in a perpetual state of “doing” leaves us with that nauseating “I can’t do it all” feeling.

My dad went to heaven today. A poem we both love felt appropriate to share.

The first night in Africa we stayed in a hotel in Nairobi as we arrived too late (3 of 4 flights) to continue traveling on. That night my dream was vivid. I woke up thinking was this for real or was I dreaming?

In my dream I met a male lion in the garden.

A Mother’s Intuition made it through the selection process and now is available to all readers of This I Believe!

In 2003, my family returned to the United States after living abroad in England for fifteen years. After only a few days in the humid, allergen-laden Houston air, our little boy Sam had an asthma attack. Luckily, a precautionary “emergency” inhaler quickly dilated the bronchi in his lungs, and he recovered.