getting unstuck…
The door was heavy and the knob was stuck. No matter what how I pulled or prodded, yanked or turned, nothing moved. In my frustration, I kicked the door hoping to channel my inner Chuck Norris and free me from the vintage walk-in closet I was stuck in. Over and over I...
freefall into bread and wine…
Double fisting. That’s what I call it. Two books, one in each hand. It drives people crazy, but it gives me comfort. In one hand I have warmth and comfort and soul food; in the other I have pushing and pulling and revealing. For a solid week I laid in bed with...
birthdays, giveaways, and what 33 feels like…
Mom: Are you excited about your birthday on Saturday? I’m excited for your birthday! I’m planning a wonderful dinner and the whole family will be there! Me: Mom, I’m going to turn 33 years old. Nothing really happens at 33. At 13 you become a...
anything…
I have a friend. She is tall, thin, and incredibly alluring. Quiet and unassuming, she’s able to whisper things to me in her soft, calming voice. No one can speak to me like she can, move me like she can, push me like she can. Through the years I’ve tried...
brian wurzell…
Getting lost in melodies, finding harmonies, and singing into hair brushes is something I find myself doing virtually everyday. But there are moments when I just need something deep—something to move my soul. In moments where Ke$ha, Black Eyed Peas, or Florence...
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.]
