Reflections on storytelling, healing, faith, prevention, and the moments that help us move forward.
“Poor people don’t deserve snacks.” Recently this came across my social media feeds in a post shared by friend. I read through the entire post three times before sitting back taking some deep breaths and trying to find grace for the author through the mist of my absolute frustration. I believe the original intent was...
Read MoreEvery story has a beginning, and this is one of mine. In this space, I’ll share reflections on healing, faith, and the journey that shaped my voice.
Read MorePainting you black was such an easy thing to do. Compassion and grace were applied to everyone but you because the backstory of a villain is rarely pursued. But here in the cold cloak of grief, I wonder about the world from your point of view. Trying to better understand you I roll the film...
Read MoreThe Pain A constant throbbing ache. Memories and history live in my skin. Fear grips and my body respond in ways I don’t always understand. Anxiety, fight or flight, I never feel safe. Hypervigilance is exhausting. I am drifting in open seas surrounded by yachts, but no one is rescuing me. Loneliness pushes me further...
Read MoreHeaviness drapes like a cloak. Pain flares as flames that by comparison are stoked. Expectations press in hard against the weight of a broken commitment. All the while, loneliness echoes in the emptiness of choices spent. Comfort seeking fills your glass. Each sip stirring desires of past. Secrets are more easily spilled from behind a...
Read MoreI have worked so hard to pull myself up and build a life I can be proud of. I dreamed of sharing my story as a way of spreading hope and encouraging others to heal. Then, surprising even to myself, I actually wrote a book. I have been so incredibly blessed in so many ways....
Read MoreFunny it’s just three little words eight total letters letting go, I swear at the time seemed smart now I know better Words unspoken they hang in the air taunting unwelcome tokens reminders of how I cared I miss you. right? Or do I miss the you I wanted you to be? questions they race...
Read MoreMake up hides the tired in my eyes My hair is curled to complete the lie It’s all alright. I’m alright. Yes, I am fine. I can give 40 hours to pay my bills while juggling chores and schedules in high heels then homework done and lunches packed back-to-back my schedule is stacked. It’s alright....
Read MoreSomething has been niggling at me. To be honest this niggling thing has been irritating me off and on for the past several months. I saw a Facebook post shared on the good ole Facebook that said something along the lines of “If you have ever had a ‘move back in with your parent’s’ phase,...
Read MoreHaving the start of my life be so rough combined with me having to be a parent for so many of my formative years left teenage me with a mixture of feelings in regard to having my own children. My parenting instincts never fully subsided. Instead, those instincts seemed to mingle with my God given...
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