Dear Julie Plec & CO, In September of 2009 I had been on antidepressants for a little bit under a year, both of my parents had, had stints in the ICU and basically I just needed more joy in my life. I needed something that was mine. I didn’t have a lot that was mine. … Continue reading When it’s not just a TV show
The week after I came home from camp was an emotional week, work was tough, personal life was tough and lonely and I really had no clue what to do or what I needed. Which, was of course, what everyone was asking me. But I didn’t know how to ask for help, or what I… Continue reading Lessons from a two year olds emotional vocabulary
I wrote this blog a year ago as a submission for an online community. Before I could get all the kinks worked out, the website stopped pubkishing. A couple nights ago, I couldn’t sleep so I was perusing through my email and found this tucked into the sent folder. It’s still true today. Apparently I’m… Continue reading What’s your brave?
To the fabulous people of the Newport Mesa Royal Family Kids Camp: I’m at my church in Washington right now, holding back tears. I’m tired, emotionally exhausted, a little beat up-it goes without saying that my heart is broken. It was a tough week up on the mountain. Every five minutes felt like a battle… Continue reading To my Royal Family
I have been sitting in front of my computer for a a couple days trying to explain what thirty has been. I turn 31 on June 1 and as per my writing tradition I’m looking back on thirty and seeing what’s up. This is the first year since I was 26 that I spent 90%… Continue reading a thankful thirty
(When I can’t write, when I can’t make sense of what is going on in my head- I have found that something that helps me is to make it up. To write fiction and see what truth comes out. It’s been a while, but here is a short story that showed up as I let… Continue reading I don’t like to be lost (a short story)
I met a magical whimsy unicorn in October of 2012. Her name is Betsy Garmon. And she is absolutely wonderful. She’s one of those woman who makes the gritty look lovely. She turns the things that seem torn and broken in your life into art and hope and dreams. I have learned and continue to… Continue reading Starting from scratch