I live in Birmingham, Alabama, right by the train tracks that cut through the city. I am married to Tim, and we have a twelve-year-old daughter, Riley, and a ten-year-old son, Brady. I spend a lot of my time caring for our family, writing, and coordinating my church’s small groups and pastoral care ministry. Making room for others and their stories is also a priority for me, and I’m grateful to have a lot of opportunities to do so.
In many ways, I’m in “the places in between.” I’m almost forty years old. My kids are no longer young children, but they aren’t quite teenagers. I have bipolar disorder, and with my medications, therapy, and a healthy lifestyle, I am usually able to avoid the manic highs and depressive lows. I’m recovering from an eating disorder, so I strive to stay away from the extremes of restriction and bingeing. And, as a Christian, I’m reminded often that I am waiting for the “not yet” of eternity.
The desk beside my bed is usually full of empty grapefruit La Croix cans and stacks of books. My car is full of pages of printed directions because I can’t seem to embrace GPS apps. And my iPhone is currently full of music by Taylor Swift, Beyoncé, Johnny Cash, The Beatles, and Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros.
I blog occasionally here and at gainingwait.com. I recently started submitting essays to other websites and publications.