hope – the curious anti-narcissist

The Hollow

This is the first photo that I took upon our arrival in our little house-sitting cottage in Bossabut, France....

A journey through grief, growth, and healing, explored through the lens of gardening metaphors and personal reflection

When you experience a traumatic loss like the one we did, everyone tells you to expect people to say...

I’m thinking about “parking spot” Christianity. What I mean by this is people who think that God has answered...

I couldn’t sleep on Christmas Eve and I spent the night planning an imaginary pottery studio in the basement...

Periodic Reflections on Grief and Loss Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proudBY JOHN DONNEDeath, be not proud, though some...

I was recently intrigued by an episode of RadioLab Podcast, exploring lying and liars. The episode concluded with a...

Dec 14, 2017. My foster son had his first sleepover with his biological family last night. The mixed emotions that came...

For almost five years, I felt stuck. Like I was waiting at a train station, or maybe an airport. My waiting lasted from June...

Meet grumpy badger. He so aptly represents my latest (very immature) huff against God. Who would have thought that my...

Two and a half years ago, the unthinkable happened. My friend, a beautiful young mom of two, went missing....

Penned on Nov 25, the morning after our last Sunday at Harvest City Church (HCC) The din has been...

In the middle of the week, my 9-year-old son Evan has a massive temper tantrum just before dinner. He...

I am generally neither a quitter nor a ditcher. But sometimes I am and it drives me bonkers. Two...

Cycling is the New Golf A Mamil is a strange creature. It stalks the world in multi-coloured Lycra, flummoxing...