|Industry||Communications or Media|
|Introduction||If you were a fly on the wall at my house, you'd be sure to hear your share of fussing, complaining and whining. Maybe even a slammed door or two. But enough about me. In the pressure cooker that's parenting, I have exploded more than once. And it's harder to clean up than spaghetti night with a toddler. So after years spent indulging in fruitless self-flogging, I finally let go of my obsession with getting it all 'just right.' I confess...I'm not a perfect parent. Whew. That felt good. Now, when my son saunters in with his 42nd tardy of the school year, I let it go. When I hear myself hollering "That's not fair!" at my adolescent daughter, I move on. Having it all together is overrated anyway. And I've determined not to waste God's grace. I'll never get it just right. You won't, either. So read on, sister. If you see a little of yourself in me, I hope it helps to know that you're not alone. Nope. If you're a mom, face it. You're never, ever alone.|
|Interests||Family, Writing, Speaking, Rays baseball, Tennis, Running|
|Favorite Movies||The Passion of the Christ, What about Bob?, Princess Bride, Crossing Delancey, Witness, Adventures in Babysitting, Ferris Bueller's Day Off|
|Favorite Music||80's music, Christian contemporary ... Mercy Me, Casting Crowns, etc. Honestly, to my husband's utter disappointment, I am not much of a music buff.|
|Favorite Books||The Bible; Same Kind of Different As Me; God's Smuggler; A Woman After God's Own Heart; The Shack; Little Women; anything by C.S. Lewis|
If you were a pirate, how would you avoid laughing when saying 'poop deck'?
I would think about when I lost my eye.