When Someone Dies

I had plans for what I wanted to write about this week that have all faded into the Louisiana breeze. Instead, I am in New Orleans for the passing of our Uncle Lloyd. He died last night. It was Wednesday, sunny and 72, clear blue skies, low humidity, a gentle breeze that passed through Uncle Joe’s backyard and over our Baby Girl who was taking an afternoon nap on the back porch in her stroller. Uncle Lloyd had the sweetest smile. He smiled every time we saw him, and you could hear his smile through the phone, too. I met…

The Full Measure of Happiness

The happiest moment of my life was the day I got married. I didn’t really think it would be. I thought my wedding would be really, really nice. Pretty. Simple. Fun. But the best moment of my life? I didn’t believe I could plan something like that. I didn’t think you could choose a day and make it the best. Charlie and I worked on the details for months – The taco truck that would pull up in our driveway. The place under the tree in our yard where we would stand on a star quilt given to us by…

The Purpose of Happiness

This post is part of a series on happiness. Read the first post here. I don’t know what word is best to describe my teenage years as a Christian. Wholehearted? Strident? Zealous in the best way a zealot can be? I wore the t-shirts. I read the Bible everyday. I went to Church four times a week. I went on mission trips. I had hundreds of hours of Christian CDs in my car, and I rolled through my small town singing harmony to them with the windows down. I found so much purpose in my church. So many Christian values…

When Our Baby was Born

Our Baby Girl just turned 4 months old. Four months ago she arrived to planet Earth. Her birth was the most miraculous day of my life. I mean that in the literal way. It was the most miraculous thing that has ever happened. I have looked all over the world for signs of a god, a goddess, magic of any kind. I get close sometimes. A sunset is good. Especially when you get the chance to travel, to sit somewhere on the other side of the world from your hometown, and you see the same phenomenal sight – the colors,…

How I’m Feeling About Quitting My Job

Today marks four months since I left my job. Until four months ago, I knew where to go every day. I rode my bike to work. I walked to the wine and cheese shop for sandwiches on lunch breaks with my coworkers. I had an email address, and on the other side of the @ symbol was the name of an organization made of thousands of people who were doing things like building million gallon water systems for refugees and delivering medicine across the flooded plains of South Sudan. The weight of the organization’s name rolled into the room with…