Trust Me, I Won’t Miss the Flowers This Time.
This is my third June in Birmingham and the first time I’ve noticed the flowers. To be honest, my first June was extremely lonely and overwhelming. Even writing that sentence feels sad and heavy… and two years have gone by. June of 2015 stretched into...
Cleaning out the Closet
It started with the hall closet. Then came the pantry, the fridge, the freezer and the linen closet. It’s like all those jokes about book writing or really any daunting, looming task. As soon as you’re under a deadline or you know you really need to do...
heal the wound… but leave the scar
“I wonder if she’ll notice…” There’s a long scar straight down the back of my head, reaching up from the base of my neck. Last week I sat in a black swivel chair, my face reflecting back to me in the mirror as a kind and friendly stranger...
look for the light
It isn’t even slightly unusual for me to receive several “stop what you’re doing right now and go look at the moon!!!” texts in one night. My people know me well. They’ve traveled enough roads with me to understand the joy their text will...
on life and mountaintops and valleys
Giants loom, waves crash and the fire burns. Can you and I agree not to waste any time pretending that life is a cakewalk or an endless parade of sunshine and unicorns and magical happy moments? Those moments and days and seasons exist, to be sure. They are real and...
A book for the broken hopefuls… Even If Not: Living, Loving, and Learning in the in Between
