growing up in the wonder years, part 3…
Pickles and ice cream. Midnight ocean swim. Running in the rain. How does the old adage go? Don’t knock it until you tried it. Same could be said for those who throw stones at people who perhaps haven’t experienced confusion about the future, moving back...
growing up in the wonder years, part 2…
At 24 years old, I was unemployed with a degree from a reputable college, living with my parents, and utterly single. Cleaning offices, baby sitting, or working random editing jobs was how I made ends meet while stiff-arming Sallie Mae from collecting my college loan...
growing up in the wonder years, part 1…
It’s hard to be 23. I’m not a kid but I’m not considered an adult either. I’m most frustrated about the fact that I don’t feel like I’m the person that I should be. —Anonymous blog reader Bar Mitzvah. Sweet Sixteen....stand by me…
There’s a time in life when friends can take you to places higher than you thought you could ever go. For Charlotte and Jonathan, that’s exactly what happens. In this amazing clip about the duo, you see how—even in hurt or pain—they stand by...
katniss, freedom, and faith…
To anyone who knows me, I live for stories. My perfect day includes sweat pants, a salad from Chipotle, my bed, and a good book. But there comes a time when a book, a series, a plot line, or story reel you into a land you can actually believe you belong in. A land...
I’m a writer and teacher in love with two men: Jesus and my husband, Matt. [You might not find this funny, but I laugh at myself, so it all balances out.]
