Author: Breanna Lane

I just heard myself gulp as I opened up this blank page. With this extremely public revelation of Ashley Madison users, I am feeling split between stirring the social media stew and speaking my mind. What I hope to bring from voicing these thoughts is a full understanding that there is a lot I do… Continue reading When It’s Not My Place →

I've been thinking of all the dreams I had for this year. More specifically, age twenty-six. What I did not see coming out of these Great 26th Year Expectations, was a year that feels like I'm holding my head underwater for the last seven months. On some level, I can't say I have felt more… Continue reading To Love Well →

Is it just me? Or is it always referenced so objectively? As if there are cookie cutter images of what this is supposed to look like. But what happens when it’s your baby brother? The one with those deep brown eyes, boxed in by eyelashes as long as giant redwoods. I’ve always asked myself if… Continue reading Giant Redwoods →

I have always been a fan of F. Scott Fitzgerald. I feel that because we are all exposed to his The Great Gatsby in high school, it is easy to find him stale, overrated, and repetitious. However, it has always been the repetitive theme of his novels and short stories that draw me back. Most… Continue reading OK. →

Since I've been dating B, my life has been one big bubble of adventure. We float here, there, back to here, then somewhere over there. It is so exciting to date someone who can't sit still. And, I guess that is why we are a good balance for one another: I am the sitter, he… Continue reading Saint Augustine →

What is it about life's little details? They seem to wiggle themselves, into the messy, the mundane, the everyday. I am still on the journey to finding balance. What to let in, what to silence. Because if there's a fear of anything, it's a fear to let some darkness override. Though, I've heard of a… Continue reading In The Front Seat →

I am such a proponent and heavy user of the "I feel's." An "I feel" is the doorway into an exploration of self. It is where emotion meets expression, and what is more beautiful than that? Having been on my own counseling journey for two and a half years now, I have seen the impact… Continue reading The Importance of an “I feel” →

This is a process I've yet to encounter: Twenty-six years and I'm learning grief. Except, instead of denial, I am learning acceptance. It is so confusing that you could not see the little girl that stood before you in your kitchen, as you leaned on the counter. With arms crossed like a shield, my reality… Continue reading An open letter to the swim ahead →

I have been thinking about the year 2011 a lot lately. Since I have been in this spiritually slow season, I have tried to be better at slowing down and paying attention. The other night, I decided to read through old journal entries, with a hope that I would understand just how far God has… Continue reading Remembering to Remember →

I'm going to start out by saying that I'm proud of myself. On some level, I have kept my composure surrounding Baltimore. I sought to internalize first, attempted to avoid every Facebook post that teetered on ignorance, and rode the wave of "letting it unfold" (the best and most often repeated advice my therapist has… Continue reading Deeper than Baltimore →