I am sitting in my favorite bar, as it becomes increasingly more crowded than normal on a Sunday early evening. Most are in pairs, or groups. I’m the sole solitary human, sitting at my favorite table tucked in the corner. My back is against the window and I am directly next to an outlet and… Continue reading 2016.2017.2018. Let’s just be who we are.
Dear friend, I want you to know I get you.I don’t understand or know your circumstances. I don’t know the deep places of your heartache. But on a soul level; I get you. There are a lot of times in life that dealing with a gamut of heartache sucks. Anxiety, grief, loss, singleness, depression, estrangement.… Continue reading a letter to those who have no hope for the holidays
I will never be her. With her poise and command. With the fear washed out of her eyes. I will never be of her structure and frame. With grace and fluidity in each step. I will never have her beauty. Eyes will never second look at me. I will never be someone’s everything like she is.… Continue reading Please, compare.
Today, I was standing in church during worship and I had this moment where I felt like myself.I don’t know how to describe it really. In that moment it didn’t matter who was around me or what I was doing, I just knew who I was-all the way to my toes. I’ve been playing around… Continue reading the leaves always CHANGE
A friend sent me a blog to read last week that was a letter to single Christian women. I’m going to be honest, I almost didn’t read it. But I thought, maybe this one won’t tell me that when I least expect it the “right one” will come along. Maybe it won’t tell me my… Continue reading please stop calling my singleness brave
All I wanted to do today was sit in my favorite bar and write about how I don’t like pumpkin spice lattes. I wanted to write about not liking them and fall and the darkness that it brings. I wanted to write about the changing of seasons. But, all I can think about right now… Continue reading I don’t like pumpkin spice lattes
The last time I felt anger was the middle of June when I shouted the F word multiple times in my work wife’s car. The emotion of anger hides hurt and confusion and usually, disbelief. This morning in church I felt anger. It wasn’t the anger of June. It was the anger that I felt… Continue reading But what else is in the waiting?