Rejecting insecurity is helpful, but what can we replace it with? If insecurity is based in relationship, it can also be healed in relationship.

We’re in relational meltdown. “Nuclear meltdown is an accident resulting from severe heating and a lack of sufficient cooling at the reactor core” (pbs.org).

It’s not lost on me; the tone of quarantine, cancel culture, and the social tension feels like one word: hate. Hate fuels a deadly undertow and characterizes the way people may generally feel…

I thought it would be two weeks or a month. Then the reality of the long haul settled in. Each day felt heavier. Comfortable rhythms of life crumbled, and then I couldn’t find them anywhere.

I'm perfectly aware I won't have answers to every writerly thing, but I'm really curious—what is it that you, writer, find to be your biggest challenge?

I don’t care that My One Word turns out to be crazy-obvious.