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
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
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
I was putting on my leggings this morning and I thought of my tiny humans. Every weekday at about 11AM you can normally find me helping two year olds go potty and put on pull-ups and put their pants back on. And let me tell you, hell hath no fury like a tiny human whose… Continue reading Just fix your leggings
I don’t really know at what point in my life I realized there was a difference between being normal and being not normal. There was a moment though, I think maybe, in the season of my life that I was made fun of for my voice and I realized people were mean, that I distinctly… Continue reading the moment I realized I wasn’t normal
My couch is currently covered in clean laundry. My bedroom floor could use a vacuuming and there are a few dishes in the sink. I’m going to a party in an hour- I should be straightening my hair or doing my makeup.But, instead, I’m sitting here with a cup of coffee and my fingers to… Continue reading On Sundays, I write.
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