When I was a kid, growing up in church, I heard a lot about right and wrong. The whole stereotype message of the Baptist preacher "hell fire and brimstone." Yeah, I was buried deep in that. I remember when I was eight and realized I...
{Notice: The following is a little lengthy so--if you must--read it by the teaspoon. Read half tonight with a cup of tea...
What if you're not alone? What if you're understood? What if you're watched over? What if you're protected? What if you're loved? What if that love has no conditions? What if you have to do nothing to be accepted? What if you're special? What if you're beautiful? What if beauty is inscribed on your...
I keep fighting the urge to apologize for how dreary my blog posts have been lately, but then I remind myself you come here freely and then I feel less guilty about the genuine out pour of my sad heart. Do not be mislead though...
It occurred to me the other day that no one writes their story while livingtheir story. We don't write our story while living it because we don't know the ending. It's too scary to write a story you don't know the ending to. We want...
The other night I posted a picture of my tear-stained face on Instagram. (Ok...
I received a lot of response from last week's post. Honestly, it took me by surprise a little, but I was incredibly grateful for your words, messages, and check-ins. I was questioned more than once on the reason behind being so brutally honest about such gut-wrenching pain. Why spill...
She rises before the sun. She doesn't make coffee. She reads no newspaper. She limps to the shower...