wondering.

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    In four days, I turn myself over to the sweet age of 37. My birthday is 03/07, so something feels a bit kismet or divine to be aligned with my age. To know me…

  • The Poem

    On a Thursday, I found myself writing about a Wednesday. It was a special kind of Wednesday, one where we bid my son’s two front teeth farewell. The following evening, I found myself in…

  • Existentialism Parenting

    On this late morning to myself, I was ready to switch back to 20something Bre in a coffee shop – a place where I would find myself over and over again throughout my twenties.…

  • A Frog In Boots

    I think I have been online since I was about twelve. It felt like I logged on when the internet was truly coming alive: MSN chatrooms, clunky websites, AIM messenger, and lest we forget,…

  • How?

    I am currently sitting in the dark, beneath an overhead fan at full blast. The summer heatwave has not lifted for a month, and I am 109 months pregnant. Today, though, is July 4th.…

  • I’d Rather

    Friends, An entire decade of looking down and finding ourselves warped by politics, ideology, and twisted realities. It feels foreign to not know what it means to choose a side. Whether it is an…

  • Letters to a Young Poet

    When I was heavily involved in the church, one of the things I caught onto quickly was to never “teach” or mentor from a place of learning. Meaning, if you are in the throes…

  • New Wells

    New Wells

    For however many times I have wanted to write, I have remained stuck; unmoving, quite literally, to the keyboard. A thousand little thoughts have taken up residence in the meantime. Today, though, I did…

  • A Millennial Disruption

    Fellow pilgrims, I have been thinking a lot about how we are inundated with generational language and conversation. Just yesterday, I overheard a conversation at work between a 75-year-old and a (presumably) 40-something. The…