What Remains

What Remains

I can still hear death rattling your cage. Like a midwife willing chaos into order, I stood to face the storm. Was this how you felt before my first breath? Had to be. When darkness brought its weight to bear, I threw it on my back. Yours needed rest—and wings—so I...
Where I’m From

Where I’m From

I wasn’t going to stop by, but on my way out of town I just sort of ended up there. I knew that if there was a Volvo backed into her long driveway, then she would be home. She’s owned one kind of Volvo or another for at least 30 years, probably more. I parked my car...
The Last Minute on Your Mat

The Last Minute on Your Mat

Raise your hand if you’ve heard of Tabata training. Three of you? Great. For the rest of you, the simple explanation is that Tabata intervals follow this structure: Push hard and do as many reps as you can for 20 seconds. Rest for 10 seconds. Repeat eight times....
When the Sun Goes Down

When the Sun Goes Down

Three months before Ryan and I moved our family from Minnesota to Las Vegas to plant Advance Church, we started a little crusade called the “Sun Stand Still group.” We had a box of Steven Furtick’s books delivered to our house and figured we could use them to embolden...