Grief is dreaming. It is me watching, working, manufacturing the process of making all of your dreams come true, even if you’re not here to see it. Grief is the fear of the bittersweet ache sure to appear on the day that I start pursuing my own dreams again. Yours are easier. Yours keep you … More Grief
One of my favorite stories in the Bible is the one about Elijah giving the prophets of Baal hell. Doesn’t sound familiar? Probably because this isn’t really the take away that most people get out of this story, and it is certainly never the Sunday School lesson theme. You may know it better by the … More Sometimes Faith Shakes
I broke up with Stephen King about three years ago. We had a solid go of it for a while- I’d read his books, he’d scare me half to death, and then a few months later I’d forgive him and we’d pick up where we left off- the next book. We would then do the … More You Are What You Read
I average about one significant celebratory moment a year. Now, do I celebrate the little seemingly non-significant celebratory moments? You bet, but in terms of my own big moments and milestones, I average about one a year. 2017- I graduated from college. 2018- I got married. 2019- We bought a house. 2020- I guess we … More Hey, Let’s Just Celebrate
I have recently begun to spend time in my own pain. This is not a natural thing for me. This is not a natural thing for most people, particularly those of my generation. We live in a world where distractions are around every corner. We live in a world where we can meticulously link together … More Me and These Emotions
Nearly two years of marriage, and I still load the dishwasher incorrectly. My husband and I agree on a lot of things. We both agree that vanilla ice cream is far superior to chocolate. We both agree that Olive Garden’s soup and salad deal is the best lunchtime value for two. We both agree that … More Not on My Husband’s Pedestal
I like books. I don’t think this is a secret. I have a book of the month membership, I look at Goodreads more than I do Instagram, and I have more butterflies when I walk into a bookstore than I did on my first date with my husband. I put a lot of time and … More Mirrored Identity
I only opened one book this month. If you were looking my usual first Wednesday of the Month book review blog where I review all 5-10 books I read this month, this isn’t that… well not exactly. I’m happy to review the one book of books that I did read…except you have probably already read … More Finding Out What YOU Believe in Battle
It was about two weeks into my second semester freshman year when I walked into my dorm room to find my friends standing around my opened panty drawer. My beloved and loyal male followers, maybe this is where you would like to excuse yourself, or maybe hang around a bit with a very open mind … More LFL, and the Granny Panty Intervention
It was quiet. That’s all I remember. I don’t remember what day it was, or anything else that happened that day. I don’t remember what book I was reading or what kind of tea I was sipping on. But I remember it was quiet. A quiet moment in a loud chapter. My mind was quiet. … More Keep This
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