the autoimmune hippie.

Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful though you have considered all the facts. . . Practice resurrection. – Wendell Berry

Jesus

  • camp pb&j.

    Today I’ve still been just incredibly sick with this flare: migraine, facial burning and throbbing, nausea, exhaustion, body on fire. . . The works. This one seems to be sticking. With the nausea, it is so difficult to find anything appealing to eat – which would be fine, except that taking the large collection of… Read more

  • rough times in the Old Testament. . .

    Well, you see, that season is upon me again, y’all. . . Each year, I read through some iteration of a One Year Bible – and usually, no matter which one, around this part of the year – it’s THAT time in the Old Testament. This year, for example, I am reading through the One… Read more

  • praying over st. stephen’s.

    Since the news of the violence and senseless loss of three precious lives on Thursday night at St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church in Vestavia Hills reached us all, I have continued to grapple with it. We have slowly learned more, both about the victims – and about the perpetrator as well. We know that the shooter… Read more

  • brokenness.

    He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. – Psalm 147:3 (NIV) A little before 7 pm yesterday, there was a notification on my phone about a heavy police presence in a neighborhood just outside of Birmingham. The local news channels had teams on the scene but it wasn’t immediately clear what was going… Read more

  • melting.

    Here in the Deep South, we are experiencing our first gnarly extreme heat wave of the summer with heat indexes expected to be between 104 and 107 all week. Oh my word. While that isn’t pleasant anyway – and you lulu summer loving people should probably just carry on now and return for my next… Read more

  • tomato cages and cozy overalls.

    Because I’m an old southern woman, and we’re supposed to wear funny looking hats and ugly clothes and grow vegetables in the dirt. Don’t ask me those questions; I don’t know why. I don’t make the rules. – Ouiser Boudreaux Like many other Southern women, Steel Magnolias has long spoken my love language and I… Read more

  • sunflowers.

    On Ash Wednesday, March 2nd, I planted a tiny little $3 Target sunflower kit as I was holding the people of Ukraine close to my heart and keeping them in my prayers. It was just my small offering in the heaviness of those days, one more way to bring them close. Since then, I’ve been… Read more

  • love loud.

    As I wrote in my previous post, since last weekend – and our amazing writers conference – I have been home with the flu. Unfortunately, many of my people are also sick since conference, several with the C19. One of our sick folk is our fabulous keynote speaker from last Friday night, Sean Dietrich. He… Read more

  • a grief that can’t be spoken.

    There is no ranking of mass casualty – and all of the massacres that we continue to witness defy all humanity. Even with that knowledge though, my heart and my head keep turning to Uvalde, thinking about it, reading what has happened, praying over these children and teachers and families, trying to understand. This feels… Read more

  • seeing the miracle of my orchids.

    I’ve turned into quite the plant lady during this pandemic and my planting and porch gardening are soothing in ways I never expected. It is calming for this *very* anxious soul – whose anxiety (like everyone else’s) has certainly intensified times a thousand since March of 2020. (And my Sara Bug has JUST sent me… Read more