I tried to put the key in my head to unlock the life I long for. Then someone told me it doesn’t go there but goes right in the middle of my sternum where my heart lives alongside the life of a little girl who used to be curious full of adventure and fearless as … More A Poem: Whole
When I was a little girl and we lived in the Pacific Northwest, my birthday always landed during the state fair. The fairgrounds, which were huge and magical and full of classic autumn nostalgia as the all-day crisp air and orange-tinted sunshine gently whipped the smell of farm animals and candy apples and the music … More What I Know for Certain
I know the love of God the most when it rains. As a little girl in the Pacific Northwest, before I knew about bad things beyond a scraped knee, it rained. It was a consistent rhythm, and I was a sponge for it as the nostalgic walls of childhood innocence were building up deep in … More The Love of God Lives in the Dry Places, too