The Faded Price Tag on Teenage Sex

The Faded Price Tag on Teenage Sex

This post first appeared on, where I serve as one of the bloggers.  I braced myself as I walked in the door. I knew it would be dark, so dark that I’d have to squint to read the faded gray numbers on the price tags. And I knew it would be loud, so loud that I’d have...

Self-Promotion: Greedy or Godly?

This past week, I led a breakout session at the Speak Up Conference, titled “Self-Promotion: Greedy or Godly”. And what a perplexing, complicated topic it is–especially for bloggers, writers, and speakers. Even as I wrote the first sentence of this...

Lost, Frazzled, Late… and Surrendered

“Your destination is on the right,” my GPS announced from its perch on the dashboard. “It is?” I asked out loud. I was on a country road in the middle of nowhere. And I was supposed to be at a church. Speaking. In 10 minutes. I was already...

I’m a Hypocrite

“We’re such hypocrites,” my son told my husband quietly. He said ‘we’, but he was really talking about me. Earlier that evening, when the kids were swimming in the pool, I walked into the laundry room and said, “Grrrrr!!!! There is...

She’s Driving and I’m Waving My Hands and Lecturing Loudly

A friend was recently giving me an update on how it’s going–now that his oldest child is behind the wheel. He said he grips the door handle and yells a lot, and it seems to be working!I laughed and told him I’d have to try his grip-n-yell technique....

I Think Our Mailman Might Be On To Something

Last year, 5,581 mail carriers were attacked by dogs. But I sincerely doubt that our mailman was one of them.Of course, my opinion has only been formed only by what our little dog thinks of the mailman. And it’s true that our dog pretty much likes everyone.But...

I Returned His Christmas Gift

I was a new wife. He was my new husband. And I returned his Christmas gift.It was a jewelry box–one of those big wooden ones–and he spent a fortune on it. But he encouraged me to take it back if I didn’t really like it.I thought I was being...

We Can’t Even Order Bagels Together

Last Sunday morning, Ken and I made a spontaneous stop at a bagel shop. As we waited in line, we chatted cheerfully about our plans for the day–happy to be together. But when it was our turn… well, that’s when the happy-go-lucky turned to...

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