Can I be totally honest? This season of life is challenging, and these days are full of everything but normal. On the really rough days, I find myself looking around at those around me. My peers are chasing successful careers. They’re married and having babies....
This feels like a really delicate thing to write about. These words let you see inside the world of Kate in a way that feels exposing and scary and deeply vulnerable. But I don’t think I’m alone here, so, dear friend, if you’ll give me the space, I’ll try to tell my...
I was 14 years old when I first remember looking pain and injustice in the eye. I was staring into the face of a girl laying in a Romanian orphanage crib. She had a mop of curly brown hair on her head and tiny bones. Her deep brown eyes seemed vacant until she heard...
Last week I was invited to a space I had no business being in. It was an honor.It was a privilege. It was humbling. I made sure to take off my shoes before I walked into the friend of my friend’s home partly because of culture and partly because of...
This week I stepped into a room filled with people who were there to hear from Kristy and me, ask questions, and see for themselves the work we’ve poured ourselves into. Nothing felt more vulnerable than stepping into that space, prying our hands open to let others...
