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“I have never before heard a speaker who had so much information with so much practical application. How awesome when strategies are coupled with developmental truths. Our group discussions which followed were lively and the reviews were glowing.”-Gail

Talk List 

Honey, I’m Stumped By the Kids-  A talk for Dads & Moms to attend together. Condensed version of several developmental topics, this talk is designed to “Fill dad in on why weirdo behavior is part of the parenting deal”. Funny and packed with facts for the “More right brained listener”. This talk has worked well as a “Parent’s night out” activity.

Let My Children… Wiggle- Geared toward teachers, educators and child care professionals. Informative and fun- this talk includes an overview of the developing sensory system and how to improve classroom performance by meeting sensory needs.

“Kindred Spirits” – A multi-generational women’s evening or retreat intertwining the relationship between Ruth and Naomi with the beloved characters of Anne and Marilla (Anne of Green Gables, LM Montgomery). Geared toward ages 5-12+. (We had sooo much fun doing this, I really hope we can do it again!)

God Loves the Underdog!– (Women’s tea/Afternoon event) Unwanted, unpopular, voted “most likely to fail”. These are the people God chooses for the “big jobs”. Packed with God’s redeeming truth, this talk promises to tickle your funny bone while filling your heart with hope. This talk is suitable for multi-generational women’s events.


Child Development

Small Talk- A fun and fast paced overview of speech and language development and foundational social skills for birth to five years of age with an open format question and answer time included.

I am the Grown Up… I am the Grown Up…- Do you ever feel like WWIII has broken out in your home and you’re on the losing side? Considering your child’s nervous system development, this talk offers practical tips for staying one step ahead in the game of “Who’s the Boss?”.

The Power of Play- What is “play?” It’s NOT what you think and it’s on the childhood development endangered species list. This talk focuses on “Play 101” and how learning to entertain oneself can yield life-long benefits.

Top 5 Reasons Rainy Days Make Mommy Cry- This talk provides a brief overview of nervous system development and equips Moms to address the sensory system to facilitate optimal behavior in children. There is sanity at the end of the rainbow!

What to do with Picky Eaters- Tired of being short order chef to one finicky baby bird? This talk explores the difference between picky eaters and “eating disorders” and equips Moms to find peace at mealtimes.

Mommy’s Magic Purse- Ever held hostage by your three-year-old in Wal-mart? This talk addresses basic prevention of “attention getting” behaviors and practical tips for getting the behavior you want when you’re on the run. Recommended after “I am the Grown Up…”

Play Nice With the Dragon  Most two-year-olds can use a cell phone.  In a digital world, how do we structure screen time in learning environments to maximize the benefits of technology while keeping children safe?  Discuss latest research and guidelines for using technology in classrooms serving toddlers, preschooler and primary aged children.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T Find out what it means to Mom!  (Best for MomsNEXT groups) Eyeballs rolling, hips popping, and huffing like a linebacker? Respect is difficult to master when the human spirit demands its own way! This talk covers the tricky subject of respect –what it is and how to give it. With a little help in perspective talking, kids (and parents) can come a long way in a short time!


Family Development 

*Celebrating Christmas with Kids-December moves with the momentum of a freight train. How do we make time to create meaningful moments? This talk is packed with over 70 practical and fun ideas of making memories with those you love most. 60 minutes

Fabulous Fall!- Apples, leaves and pumpkins surround us in this glorious change of seasons! This talk covers over 45 different ways to have fun in Fall including the sticky subject of Halloween.

Reclaiming Thanksgiving- Squashed between two mega-revenue producing holidays, Thanksgiving has lost its identity. This talk covers the origins of Thanksgiving and practical ways to make giving thanks a regular part of family life.

The Best Advice I DIDN’T Understand the First 200 Times I Heard it!- Funny and fast paced, this talk is designed for multigenerational gatherings of women ages 5 to 95. Sometime is takes a few decades for good advice to sink in! Perfect for Spring teas and women’s functions.

Spiritual Development

Easter Morning Every Morning- (Appropriate year round) How do you explain God to kids? Or Jesus? Or (gulp) sin? How do we include Easter’s “main event” in the midst of eggs and bunnies and beans? This talk is all about telling your kids the “Good News”!

*It’s a Wonderful (Real) Life- Have you ever asked yourself, “Why am I here?… No really, why?” This talk addresses the BIG question of personal significance and how one over-worked, underappreciated mother found some answers on the day she accidently dropped the holy family. Talk includes salvation message. Appropriate for MOPS and seeker friendly Christmas gatherings. 55 minutes

*These are Hollylu’s most popular talks, so be sure to book them early.

For more spiritually based talks, look under the Inspirational talks tab!

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Rag Time and Dry Bones: The Real Reason I Didn’t Send a Christmas Letter


image1Christmas Eve 2015. It’s 2 AM. My son is pounding out last year’s piano recital piece at 140 decibels. I’m upstairs with our houseguest who is off his time schedule and is amazingly chatty despite the hour.

“Wow.” My guest pauses in the middle of his thought and listens to the discordant melody below. “He’s really getting into it.”

“Yes. Hmmm. We encourage lots of practicing.” I say. Like a thirteen year old busting down the house with Scott Joplin tunes at two in the morning on Christmas Eve is the most normal thing ever. I raise my voice and shout over the din. “It’s Christmassy.” I try to look casual. “Sort of.” The scent of burning wood wafts up the stairs. Below, doors crash open and I hear shattering glass.

I don’t blame Teddy. He started out with some nice Beethoven. But his sister was hissing and flailing her arms. “Louder. Louder. We don’t want them to hear the drilling.”
And by drill, she means drill. Her Dad’s power drill. Because my husband was grinding wood screws into our 18 year old couch. On Christmas Eve. At two in the morning. While I fluffed pillows and chit-chatted with the first overnight guest we’d had in forever. Sweet. Baby. MOSES.

It seems, the couch had achieved total breakdown.

Breakdown. I closed my eyes. Irritated was not the word.

Breakdown. How dare the couch (a faithful servant and supportive family member for nigh on two decades) breakdown? Breaking down is not allowed. And in possibly the most ridiculously hilarious moment to ever occur in my star crossed history of domestic effort, I felt… nothing.

Because here’s the deal. If you put off breaking down, shutting down is all you have left. When a piece of furniture has more courage and integrity that you do, well, you’re one sad sack. A numb sad sack.

2015 I shut down the emotion. It seemed like the right thing to do.

It was logical. No one wants a volcano of emotion calling the shots. Isn’t that what we are taught? Buckle up. Suck it up. Fight hard. Get it done. Just do it. Very few motivational posters promote having a good cry in the corner.

Pull the plug. In the face of unrelenting pain and sadness, shutting down, especially as a parent, as the one not dying, as the one not burying your spouse, as the one who still has to get the kids to school, this feels right. Breaking down is not an option. To prevent insanity, shutdown wins.

There’s just one problem.

Shutdown is all encompassing. Shutting out pain and fear leaves joy suspended as well. And humor. Not dark, bitter humor, but the humor that sees ninja-mission-to-repair-the-couch-in-the-middle-of-the-night-on-Christmas-Eve is something to be CELEBRATED. That kind of humor. Life sustaining. It was missing. And when humor dries up, hope is scarce as well.

I haven’t blogged in a kabillion years. Because nothing inspired me. Who wants to blog about marching up hill? In the rain? With rocks in your shoes? Our family fought cancer and we didn’t beat it. It beat us. To pieces. And I was slowly blinded. Golden Retriever, shallow-loving, goof offs like me have no natural defense for sadness of this caliber. Aging and death and dying moved in. And the pillars of this family, the stalwarts of my life, were displaced. The bitterness of knowing safety is an illusion loomed right outside our door. And I was thrust into the role of the strong one.

So. I write this as a form of apology. To my friends who have been shut out. Piles of unopened Christmas cards still sit on my table. I don’t look at Facebook. I can’t even remember my email password. I was in sad-sack shutdown. And to my family. I’m so sorry. I was busy doing. Running. Driving. Bailing the water from our sinking ship. I know I hurt you with my non-response response. But I continued to feed you and wash your clothes. So there’s that.

And to God. Forgive me. My sweet precious Savior and Friend. For shutting you out. Because I was too tired to have our old argument. Where you are God and I am not. I know the Bible verses, Lord. I just didn’t have the energy to live them. All I could see was waves of pain stretching into the future. Probably bigger than this one. And how would we survive?

Then the couch exploded.

Gave up the ghost. Literally. Boom. Shedding 20 years of flaked off skin cells, pet hair, and other anonymous elements. When it hit the floor, the couch knocked a lamp and table over, shattering the bulb and filling the half lit room with a mystery vapor that left a subtle film on the pile of presents beneath the tree. Did I mention it was Christmas Eve? At two in the BLESSED morning?

I came down the stairs in three giant steps. Around the corner. To find my family. Glowing. I hadn’t seen this look in so long. What was it? Glee. Bordering on hysteria. In stage whispers they bounced on top of each other trying to tell me their PLAN (they were trying to fix the couch so I wouldn’t be embarrassed in front of our guest) And how they didn’t think the drill would be LOUD (thus the piano) and didn’t know it would SMOKE (thus the open doors and windows). They were actually wiggling. Like when they were toddlers.

And I looked into my husband’s face. The fatigue and pain and sorrow were not erased. But he was smiling. Those teeth. His blue eyes. It reminded me of when we were dating. That smile is why I’m a mother. Twice.

And it seemed as if God was talking. Here on the birthday of his Son. Sometimes. A breakdown is long overdue. Sometimes the wisest thing in the long run is to give up the short race. The collapsing couch brought perspective on the wasteland of my spirit. I was reminded of Ezekiel’s field of bones. Mighty warriors, reduced to lifeless, garish rubble.

I sat on the broken couch. Propped up with wood screws. Shutting out pain and fear at the expense of joy was a suckers bet. I dragged my toes through the sawdust on the floor. And I cried out to the One who knows me best. “You promised me joy. Our deal was that I would give you ashes and you would give me beauty. Well. Where are you?”

“Have you given Me your ashes?”

What on earth? I don’t like middle of the night thinking. The question bothered me. Who would hang onto misery? Pain? Fear? I rolled my eyes in the dark. But the unsettling thought clamored around my cavernous heart. Jostling all the bones lying around in there. Shutdown is shutdown. Freezing the assets. Clamping off the heart. I don’t think I’d really given God anything. Because I was busy not telling him how ticked off I was that cancer and disease and brokenness and dying and death had rolled over my family while he DID NOTHING to stop it, despite the sweetest prayers ever prayed by hurting children.

Wow. Apparently there was some fight left in those bones. “Why would I give up my ashes when it feels like all I have left?”

“If your hands and heart are full, I can’t fill them.”

My ninja couch fixers had reminded me of what I had lost sight of – Joy. It exists. Furthermore, it is my birthright. Where had joy gone? Do pain and fear win? Sometimes yes. Sometimes pain and fear win. But only the short race.

In the dark, I begged the God of Christmas to breathe life into these stubborn, tired, ugly bones. Because even as I had held Him off, I knew He loved me. I knew He was good. He was faithful. Even at the lowest point, I felt him standing there. The problem was, I didn’t want His company in this venue. I wanted a freaking change of circumstance. But I’ve read His word backward and forward again. He never promised me that I could be God.

But He did promise me that sorrow might last for a night, but joy would come in the morning.


“Come like the four winds, Lord. Breathe life.”

I looked up just at the sky was turning from gray to pink. It sounds like I’m making this up, but it’s how it happened. Christmas morning came in the window.

Joy to the world.

And so, I have a plan for 2016.

I’m having a breakdown.

I’m not powering through. I’m walking slowly. I’m sad. I’m happy. I’m making space.

I’m living small. I’m letting the wind blow. I’m mourning. I’m celebrating. But mostly. I’m real.

I think the hardest part about being strong is knowing how and when to be weak. But I’m growing. And He’s making me stronger through my weakness. That’s how God works. Crazy train. If I’ve hurt you with my distance, please forgive me. I’m through with my sad sack-ness. I’m still sad, but I’m alive. And laughing. And goofing off. And wearing my crown of joy.

P.S. Our guest stayed in a hotel the next night. I am not making this up.
P.P.S. We spent too much money buying happiness during our sad Christmas, and so we are still sitting on our broken couch. But the couch is practically family. So that’s ok.
P.P.P.S. If you live in the South Sound and want to do Bible Study with me and bunch of real people- Please join us. Bring your gang. Starts March 3rd. I think it might be awesome. Because I can feel the wind.

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