I’m No Superstar is a blog for people like me who want to make a difference in the world but know they aren’t activists. Each post contains a social action idea that most of us could do, a book that’s worth reading, or a link to a website that offers other ideas. Oh, and it’s all introduced by a sometimes quirky story from my life.
I didn’t call my brother Bob on Thanksgiving. I was on vacation, exploring Colonial Williamsburg, and he was in New Hampshire taking care of business at a Christian conference center. I didn’t know if he was spending the day with his wife’s extended family, or dealing with a maintenance issue on the camp property, but
I was scrollingthrough Twitterjust before thefirst Sunday of Adventand saw this tweet: That’s a cool idea, I thought. “The Hope candle burns the longest.” It makes sense that we need hope in our lives to burn the longest, to be there, alight, to the—hopefully not-bitter—end. We want it to carry us through. We need it
If you happened to notice that I haven’t posted a blog in a while, there’s a reason. It’s this blog post, which I knew I wanted to write, or needed to write, but feared to write. When Jesus died on the cross, he died to put us into a right relationship with God. He died
My friend’s husband died today. And I just keep thinking: How do you go instantly from “us” and “we” to “I” and “me”? How does a 40-year+ way of being, of living, of thinking, change so suddenly, so dramatically? (An FYI here: This won’t be a fun, uplifting post. I actually wrote it last week,
What is it? Expect everyone to be just like you. If we’re honest, we’ve often wished someone else (everyone else?) would behave, respond, feel, or think like we do. Whether it’s the guy at the office who hogs all the air time at meetings, or the kid who drags her feet and is late for
OUCH. Mass evacuations in Afghanistan—and those left behind. Earthquake in Haiti. Hurricane in Louisiana. Fires and drought out west. Oil slicks in the Mediterranean. Delta overwhelming hospitals and exhausting healthcare workers. Flooding in Europe and Tennessee (and possibly my county, which is under a flood watch as the Ida remnant rains pour down today). It
Last week was VBS week, which felt like “The Great Exhale”after 15 months of holding our Covid breaths. The halls rang with laughter, with shouts, with songs, and even with some meltdown tears. Creativity abounded during craft time, games were hard fought, hugs were traded, hands were flying—sort of in rhythm—during the song time. And
I write for a living. This year, after some coaching advice, I’ve further refined my writing niche—what work do I love and find that I’m good at that pays. Turns out it’s writing for foundations that support hospitals or universities. Because of that realization, I follow the fundraising topic on LinkedIn. This week a post
So who knew last March that this pandemic would last so long? It’s been a long haul. But as we look at things opening up, let’s take some time to think about exactly what that return to normal might look like. Do we want normal to be exactly the way it was in February of
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