Thoughts on life, the Lord, and everything in between.

Life

The Opposite of Rejection

The pain of not being chosen is the kind of pain that runs deep. It’s the pain that keeps you up at night, the kind that brings new haircuts, tattoos, tears. Sometimes it happens on a soccer field in fourth grade. Sometimes it happens with […]

On Writing

You ask me to tell you about my writing. Wherever we end up – after church in the chairs, or on that picnic blanket, or over text – you always ask. You’re always in my corner, cheering me on and reading my words, and I […]

Ghosts

I’d written the letter in the safe confines of my journal. With the initial written across the page, I wrote the words as they mixed with tears. I’m a letter writer, but some letters are best left unsent. It had been a movie of all […]

my why.

This month in Angelic Magazine I wrote a vulnerable piece about being a child of divorce. It was birthed out of a moment at my dad’s wedding, post-vows and post-reception. Just me, God, and my broken story. I knew it would hurt some people to […]

Blending

I vividly remember sitting alongside the shore of the St. Lawrence, listening to the church bells signify the noon. I was wondering if anyone else remembered that day – July 25th – the day the two came together as one and promised a lifetime of […]

Recognized Weakness

I want you to know that the dream that you’re holding onto,           it’s not going to make you Whole.  I want you to know that the family you long for –           they will not be […]

Dancing Along the Way

I watch the dandelions dance across the air, little white tufts floating lazily above me. I’ve never seen them like this before. I can’t stop staring, mesmerized by the way the air lifts them up, twirls them around and spins them out to dance. Everywhere […]

And it’s enough.

She’s illuminated by the streetlight above us, the jacket hanging off her thin body. She’s talking to me about my eyes and the dress I’m wearing until she comes a little closer. Her hands are moving quicker than her words and she asks for some […]

She prays as she walks

On that street – the one with the busy cars, the summer breeze drifting around, the storm clouds simmering in the distance – she prays as she walks. Her words are a caress, a salve to the sting of words that have made their way […]

you are more than your broken heart

Dear sweet girl, There’s a chapter in your life, a chapter that’s found its way into many girls’ stories. You fell deeply for a man who promised you dreams and full moons and laughter in the middle of washing dishes. And you believed it all (and […]