Other than the Y and random part time jobs that I have had here and there I have always worked at a church or for a Christian organization. I’ve almost always been on a church property 40+ hrs a week. From 2007-2012 I worked at a preschool and for some of the time also worked… Continue reading Running from stillness
It’s an interesting place to be in when you sit still for the first time in awhile. Not on my bed, or in front of Netflix or paperwork or a project. But just sitting, still, with nothing in front of you but space. I have a new tradition in my life that may sound sad,… Continue reading Practicing my practice
Over the last week I’ve had to mark off “single” on forms and applications and surveys. And each time I’ve cringed. Today, sitting in church, about to do communion, I was waiting to hear a phrase I’ve grown to loathe “grab one other person”. (99% of my friends are attached to one other person). I… Continue reading name your shields
I am sitting here for one last silent Sunday of the year at my favorite bar. I sit here as many Sundays as I can, at the table in the corner by the window (and the outlet) and drink 1 or 2 or 3 grapefruit mimosas and I write. Sometimes other people join me in… Continue reading at some point, ice has to melt.
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.