“I used to be somebody.” Her words were faint, but I could hear the pain. Confronting her lost identity in prayer was her way of acknowledging the present and saying goodbye to the past. My heart ached for this beautiful woman of God whose perception of herself had...
The booming voice from the loudspeakers overpowered us. Common sense said it was a pre-recorded message, set to repeat as California travelers passed through, but for my husband and me, it was personal. We swore the stern tone in the message was chastisement for...
This new normal was anything but normal to me. The prior Federal agency I worked for the past 14 years wouldn’t have dreamed of such organized disruption. The thought of a civilian employee vacating their position for a temporary assignment, in the name of...
I needed air. The weight of disappointment made it difficult for me to catch my breath. I felt sick from dehydration. If I had known earlier I would have cried so many tears, I would have consumed the 36-pack of bottled water I brought with me to the Christian...
The two-and-a-half cups of coffee I ingested had yet to jolt me awake. In 10 minutes, I would be center screen, giving a virtual presentation to senior leaders. My brain was foggy. I was tired. The lamp on my desk cast creepy shadows on the walls of my home office....
Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop. When the wind blows, the cradle will rock. When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, and down will come baby, cradle, and all. In an intriguing parallel, the nursery rhyme “Rock-a-bye Baby” subtly mirrors the dynamics of conflict...
