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LiveBlog of the PCA Women’s Leadership Conference General Session #5: Melanie Cogdill (A Tale of Two Women), Sarah Ivill (Thinking Biblically and Living Covenantally), and Stephen Estock (Why I Love Women’s Ministry)
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LiveBlog of the PCA Women’s Leadership Conference General Session #4: Tara Barthel & Ellen Dykas – Real Friendship for Women Leaders: Loving Each Other Enough to Speak Truth
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LiveBlog of the PCA Women’s Leadership Conference General Session #3: Ellen Dykas – Taking God’s Truth to a Hurting and Struggling World
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LiveBlog of the PCA Women’s Leadership Conference General Session #2: Nancy Guthrie – Have a Clear Aim
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LiveBlog of the PCA Women’s Leadership Conference General Session #1: Nancy Guthrie – Keep a Close Watch
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My Top Three Suggestions re: Air Travel with a Baby
At the end of Ella’s gymnastics class yesterday, a young mom and I were talking about her upcoming (flying) trip with just her 2 year-old, her newborn, and her. Solo. Husband/Daddy couldn’t make it. When she found out that I Sophie and I flew on 74 flights together before Sophie turned 1 year old, she asked if I had any advice. (This photo was taken when Sophie and I headed out on our first flight in February 2004.) The problem was, our kids’ gymnastics class was ending and we were juggling small children and putting shoes and coats on, etc., so I only had like three minutes to think of something to…
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I saw Baryshnikov dance, heard Kathleen Battle at her prime, and was twenty feet away from Yo-Yo Ma as he played the Bach Unaccompanied Cello Suites on the stage of Orchestra Hall. And now this.
Back in the early 1990’s, I lived near Chicago and had some truly life-altering opportunities to see and hear the best of the best in the arts. Certain memories are seared in my mind—with all of the accompanying sounds, lighting, and emotional expressions. The slight squeak of Baryshnikov’s foot as he landed a jump. The ephemeral—and yet seemingly eternal—hover of the note-after-the-note of the ring of Ms. Battle’s final syllable. Collectively, as an audience, we held our breath to urge it on for one more intoxicating second. And to be seated on the stage, just a few feet away from Yo-Yo Ma, and not only hear but see those fingers, that smile, that bowing? Well.…