by jo | Jul 28, 2015 | Everyday Stories, Memoir & Essays
This is why I write about the things that are uncomfortable. As I’ve started to share my story in less vague terms in writing, I’ve encountered opposition, which I expected. What I didn’t expect was that the opposition would come, often, in the form of a question: Why...
by jo | Jul 21, 2015 | Memoir & Essays
I’m not dating anyone right now. But I can guarantee you one thing: if I were, about 50% or more of the people in my life, upon me saying I was dating someone, would ask two questions: What’s his name? Does he love Jesus?/Is he following the Lord?/ Is he a christian?...
by jo | Jul 14, 2015 | Everyday Stories, fitness and health, Memoir & Essays
It’s a weekend afternoon and I’m sitting out in the front yard, looking at my slack line slung between two trees while I write this. I was just on it a moment ago. And again several moments before that. And again several moments before that. That’s how slack...
by jo | Jul 7, 2015 | Everyday Stories, fitness and health, Memoir & Essays, Travel
I wanted to climb another 14er. And I wanted to climb it alone. Colorado calls mountains above 14,000 feet in elevation “14ers” and they have many of them in the state. The previous fall I had climbed my first — Mt. Bierstadt, 14,060’ at the summit, 2840’ elevation...
by jo | Jun 23, 2015 | Everyday Stories, Memoir & Essays, Travel
I convinced her to do the hike with me. It’s called the Devil’s Punch Bowl. Some of the reviews and bloggers were surprisingly dramatic about how hard of a hike it is and how much water you need to bring with you. (One blogger suggested something like 5 gallons per...
by jo | Jun 9, 2015 | Everyday Stories, Jesus Time, Memoir & Essays, People I meet, Travel
photo credit: Lower Floor. via photopin (license) I met a man in Seattle recently. His name was Sean. He was in Pike’s Place market, his worn backpack and layers the only things suggesting he was without a place to stay. I may have taken him for a wary tourist if he...