When I was 10 years old, I used to whip around the cul-de-sac on my pink and white scooter. It wasn't a sleek Razor like you see kids maneuver on today. No, it had bicycle tires, a brake control on the handle bar, and pegs over the back tire to scoot around on with friends. I used to love to jump on my scooter, early in the morning, and bomb the steepest driveways on my block just to feel the rush of wind blow through my hair. I remember one day riding on that scooter and instead of delighting ... continue reading...

Friends, I've been promising you a series on anxiety for a long time. This topic has been a struggle for me to put into words. I've been scared, felt unqualified and even incompetent to share this message. I've realized this has been the enemy wanting to keep me silent on this topic. I've come a long way from the days of debilitating anxiety, but in all honesty, I still struggle. I still have episodes of anxiety flare up in my life; however, they flee much quicker than they ever have before ... continue reading...