I am a mom. I work. I sing. I look for God. A lot. I look for grace. A lot. Sometimes I even think I find God--- and grace. I teach. I would rather play a game of backgammon than do dishes. I have extra cats but can't seem to be too moved to find the extras a new home. I'm divorced. I get scared that I will fail. I get scared that I won't. I am human, and sometimes, that scares me most of all. Check in every so often, as I rant and write about life and work and parenthood and God and prayer and community and connections. Join in the fun and post a comment. It's all good.
What would you do, if you knew you could not fail?