Author: Breanna Lane

Previously posted on TinyLetter My little summer fireflies,Yesterday, I had the pleasure of spending an hour of my morning talking about what it means to have our worldviews disrupted by proximity. To give some background, the person I sat across from is very conservative. However, they are one of the only people I can have… Continue reading The Gift of Proximity →

Previously posted on TinyLetter Hello - is anyone still here?I haven't written anything of value outside of an office-wide email noting dishes go in the dishwasher. My time has been so solely dedicated to my career that it has felt like trying to squeeze anything creative from me was like that scene from Christmas Vacation… Continue reading One Day & In A Moment →

Previously posted on TinyLetter A Love Letter to My Body I think I learned very young to be ashamed of you. Of how you didn't grow the boob size I hoped for, how my butt didn't look like what was actually desired, and how late I "bloomed" for puberty. I hated the hair on my… Continue reading A Love Letter to My Body →

Previously posted on TinyLetter Because a few of you reached out - with genuine curiosity - here is what my brain and fingers composed at 30,000 feet high. A reflection of sorts to comb out the tangles that felt tangible over the past few days… Would it be too dramatic to label this feeling as… Continue reading No victims & no villains →

Previously posted on TinyLetter Writing to you with a tinge of grief today.I have mentioned before that I had a step-dad from the ages of three to thirteen. While he was in my life, I had two step-sisters that would come to visit every summer. One of which, Karmin, became my best friend. Only three… Continue reading Karmin →

Previously posted on TinyLetter Snowy Souls,Before logging on, I felt a deep sense of dread to see when I last sent out a tiny letter. The dread was eased when I realized it was the first of January. I was sure it was November. Which kind of alarms me and begs the question, "What is… Continue reading It’s strange to be here. →

Previously posted on TinyLetter Oh, friends:I wish I had something witty, charming, or alarmingly wise to give you tonight. You know, as a way to usher in a whole new year together. Instead, I am lost in the thought of how this year has felt like another blur. A blur filled with equal parts magical… Continue reading Come in! Come in! →

Previously posted on TinyLetter Generous souls,As always, thank you for lending my words your eyes, attention, and response. It means more than you know. Here is what my mind, like the sea, has been tossing about lately.I saw a re-post the other day that was talking about prayer. Its content was something to the effect… Continue reading On Simplifying Prayer →

Previously posted on TinyLetter My dearest Maples,I read a quote yesterday that said, "I'm so glad to live in a world where there are Octobers." and I smiled. I smiled in the chill of the air that surrounded me at that moment. Thankful. We have been covered in a blanket provided by none other than… Continue reading A world of Octobers →

Previously posted on TinyLetter Buckle up. This one is long.I'm sitting across from the wisest, dearest friend in my life. When I met her at 23-years-old, I found myself standing in her living room, arms before me as she loaded up blankets on blankets for a trek across our Chicago neighborhood. It was to be my first… Continue reading Paper thin →