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
I’m No Superstar
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.
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
Most of you who read this blog know me through my speaking. Or maybe we’re Facebook friends. What you may not know, then, is that I make most of my living by writing for businesses, nonprofits, and educational institutions. I write websites, articles for magazines, blog posts, advertising of all sorts. I often say I
I’m a copy editor. I can’t help but notice typos. Menus, business signs, magazines, PowerPoint presentations, books, social media and, yes, church bulletins. I try not to point them out to their creators/owners unless I’ve been hired to do so or I think it will be a colossal embarrassment to them down the road (like
I blame Jen Hatmaker. And my husband Les. In equal measure. Oh, and maybe God. See, a few weeks ago I read Jen Hatmaker‘s new-old book Interrupted: When Jesus Wreaks Your Comfortable Christianity. This book was originally written and published before 7: An Experimental Mutiny Against Excess, which I had never read. Since 7 was her breakout