Another Allume Miracle {Or, Two Angles and a Special Book}


Meet my Allume Angel. Her name is Aurie, and two hours before this photo was taken, we were complete strangers. Now we are not. Here’s what happened…I was just sitting down to dinner Friday night when I got a phonecall from my husband. He told me that my package–THE package that presented 1 1/2 years […]

Enter Wig, Stage Left {and discard that mask}

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The first night at Allume, I roomed with my mentor and friend, September, and her fun and funky daughter, Sarah. (Have you noticed I have an appreciation for funkyness? It’s like the highest compliment I give people. “You’re funky. I like you!”) Sarah brought a friend, as well. Her 3 foot wide afro wig. I […]

In Which I Crash a Newbie Party {and feel right at home}

Allume traveling buddies

The swag packing party continued but it was now nearing dinner time. It had been a long time since this crew had stopped at Taco Bell on the drive down… {September and her daughter Sarah, Diane and her daughter Milan–and me!} I had the feeling if I didn’t get something substantial to eat soon, my […]

Of Pitchers and Torches and Swag

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At last. Packing was done. Friends had arrived, connections had been made, and a van of 5 woman were headed down the highway to the Allume conference. I was giddy. The hardest part was over. Well, the second hardest part. I still had my talk to give on Friday, but the packing and getting on […]

Shaking in my Boots Obedience

Mona Lisa

I’m afraid to write about Allume. Afraid I won’t get the words right. Afraid the right words won’t come out. I need to listen to my friend Kristina’s Allume session RIGHT NOW. I heard her practice it, I know it’s about writers block, and I know she would tell me in perhaps the only voice […]

Running and Praying in Circles


Sunday night I was pretty much in panic mode. With 10 days until I head to PA for a blogging conference and from there straight to Alabama with my family for another month, I saw the next week as a blur of urgent to-do’s and me running around like a chicken with her head cut […]