There’s something about the change of seasons that I find really energizing. It doesn’t even matter which season we’re talking about–something about them makes me feel like new beginnings are always presenting themselves. Now,…

I’ve spent way too much time in my life listening to The Voice. No, not the TV show–I’ve spent almost no time listening to that. I’m talking about The Voice in my head. The…

I used to get a little nostalgic for the summers of my childhood when this time of year rolled around. I remembered long hours of daydreaming, baking in the sun (slathered in baby oil,…

Like many babies, I was born without hair. I stayed bald for the better part of my first year. And I’m pretty sure that was the only year of my life during which my…

Since we’re now in the midst of the Lent season of the Christian church, I’ve been thinking a lot about the nature of sacrifice. That thought process began with a meditation on various things…

Of all the myths about feminists and feminism, the most persistent might be the myth of the man-hater. You know that number. It goes like this: Feminists hate men because men don’t like unshaven…

I hope you’ve been enjoying each monthly challenge here at She Dwells as I continue to focus on my word of the year. I’ve liked having a challenge for each month–one concrete way of…