I never wanted to be an artist. And the thought of being a Christian artist - please! Christian art has a reputation for being cheesy and overtly preachy, so I definitely didn't want to be that kind of an artist.Read More
galloping in proud emulation of the powerful tribe of female Amazon gladiators her mother belonged to. Then internal interrogation started: Why was I crying? How had I allowed a multi-million dollar Hollywood summer movie, designed specifically to take my money, affect me so deeply, and barely two minutes into the film?
I knew almost immediately.Read More
I was robbed this week. I felt violated on multiple levels. There was a loss to my sense of physical safety, the loss of my bank cards, the loss of my only valid form of identification, plus the sense of security that these things brought. Just as disruptive were the loss of the time and energy that it would take to replace them.Read More