The highest compliment that my Jewish grandmother ever handed out: “She’s got chutzpah!” (pronounced hoot-spuh) Perhaps that’s because my Jewish grandmother didn’t hand out many compliments. (If you lack a Jewish grandmother you may not recognize why that last line is...
Cancer shatters illusions, magnifies weaknesses, and strips me of the existence I once knew. Somewhere along the way the lens through which I view each day changed. Though it’s still murky and muddled, I can’t help but notice: To continue reading, pick up a copy of...
All of life is vulnerable. All of love is vulnerable. All of faith is vulnerable. Yet most of us scamper from vulnerability at the mere thought of letting our guard down. Much of my life has been spent sprinting from vulnerability. Sometimes I wonder why. Perhaps the...
“Do you limp?” The inquiry caught me off guard. Popular author Gary Smalley and his team were peppering me with questions, determining if I was the best candidate to collaborate on his next project. “Do you limp?” his mentoree, Ted Cunningham, pressed again,...
My stomach plunged when I looked in the empty bag. My laptop gone. How had I allowed this to happen? Again? Leif and I spend more than 180 days per year on the road. This lifestyle means we are strewn about—our bodies, diets, clothes, electronics and possessions. We...
