I've been prompted recently to evaluate why I'm on social media. As a new mumma, my time is so fleeting now. One could say I'm behind on responding to…
I was nine years old when I started wearing a bra. A girl at church gave me her hand-me-downs, and I was so excited to wear them, because I thought they…
“We are wandering, yet we are loved.” As a mystic, I clung to these words by Clarissa Pinkola Estes. I called her book, “Women Who Run With the Wolves…
*Sharing an essay from the archives on a tender anniversary. Today I need to go to the grocery store because the carrots I added to my cart fourteen…
There is a man I met in person once, a writer I loved. He wrote things that would bring on the closed eyes, the quick, soft groan of ugh, yes. Perfect…
I’ve been wanting to write this for a while. I held back because whenever I thought of it, the magnitude of research that I could put into this made me…
I first discovered the wild wonder that is Alanis Morissette when I was a small-town homeschool girl with big dreams and big tears, deep love and…
I came to understand the season of Advent only a few years ago. My hygge-loving self instantly resonated with the soft and intentional practice of…
“Both motherhood and creativity have taught me to be brave, to relentlessly seek beauty and joy among the mundane, to notice the remarkable grace…
I am so drawn to the humble, whether it is found within a living soul or in art. There is a grace to humility that I long to emulate in myself, and a…
All parents know that the failing and the flailing, the wrestling and the weeping, are part of growing up. If you lived with me in my house you'd find…
“Dwell in the land and feed on His faithfulness.” I’ve been tucked into Psalm 37 lately and it’s been watering the depths of my whole being. (It’s a…