God’s splendor is a tale that is told.
As the excitement of the holidays fades and the new year plods on with the business of reality, I want to remind you that change is hard. And that’s okay. No matter how deeply you’re convicted about your intentions, at some point you’re going to struggle. Maybe today, maybe next month, but it’ll happen. You’ll …
It’s that time again! The time when everyone designs their New & Improved Self™ for the upcoming year. Is that you? Are you planning things to start and things to stop, daydreaming about how awesome life will be come June? That’s certainly me. The turn of the year is an irresistible invitation to start fresh. …
How an Instagram post triggered me into obsessing about losing my child—and how I came out the other side.
I’ve always dreaded fall because it leads inevitably to winter, when my creativity hibernated under my depression. But this year, it’s different. This year, I’m free.
I turned off the background noise of other people’s thoughts for a week because it was making me nuts, and hoo-boy did it make a difference.
What used to be my lifeline to sanity is now a coping mechanism that silences not just my inner voice, but the voice of the muse and of God, too. And that’s got to stop.
In the first half of this story, I learned what home means. Now, I have to learn what it means to be left behind.
The first half of the story of my journey from flight risk to community member after a lifetime of not knowing what it means to be home.
The labels we choose for ourselves are, at best, shorthand for the full story of our heart.
For my birthday this year, I tattooed the most dangerous prayer on myself. What have I gotten myself into?