I am the type of person who loves to reminisce. I love the act of flipping the book on my little life and pausing. I even have physical photo albums to help guide me.…

I have a slight inkling there are more than enough Remove Donald J. Trump posts and articles out to keep us going well into 2020. My hope is this one is a little different, in…

I love this question. I love that my friend Erin even thought to ask me. It took me two whole days before I could barely form words to respond. Even then, it was garbled…

I recently sent an S.O.S to a friend asking how she keeps her sanity together while the house is in disarray. We are both so alike — though, I consider her a mentor —…

Each year at work, there is this specific process performed called “roll forward.” Information from previous years’ work is rolled forward to be inserted into the following years’ documents. From my understanding, it is…

“I read the definition of Imposter Syndrome and felt an internal, ‘Oh, shit…’ roll from my stomach and rise to my throat.” These are the words, more or less, I said to my therapist…

It is never about the violence to, but always about the control of. I had this thought this morning as I reflected on another church digging its heels into the very real topic of…

“There will always be an aide worker holding an orphan; a friend sitting with another friend in their addiction or sadness [… ]Regular moments of Resurrection are still happening.” I am paraphrasing, but that…

Motherhood it seems is a series of pauses Food left here there Spoonfuls of rice or chicken bits everywhere I am learning to be OK with the messes I leave along the way including…