I bought a house earlier this year. Yes, in 2020, at the beginning of the pandemic. I hadn’t had my own place since 2012. My apartment was fine enough but it felt so temporary. It wasn’t mine and that bothered me. I realized I was finally at the stage in my life where I needed […]
Today is my mom’s birthday—she would’ve been 77. She passed away in 2003, just nine days shy of her 60th, leaving a void that still aches. I miss her laugh, the way she’d savor a Hershey bar with almonds, a cigarette, and a Coke, always finding joy in the small things. Today, my nephew is
My friend and coworker, Bradley Troutman, published his first book last year. I read it recently and I asked him if I could share it here. In Bradley’s words, “The purpose of this book is to help you see and recognize how God is at work in your life. To build a testimony of miracles,
My mom died a slow horrible death that took years to finally take her life. She took a bottle of pills. She slit her wrists. She beat her head with a hammer. But the thing that finally “did her in” was when she stopped eating. She starved herself to death and her body finally shut
I haven’t written much this year. Actually, I just realized I have not posted here since August. Instead of writing, I have been doing a lot of reading, thinking, working, cooking, sleeping, listening to music, and just living a quiet life this year. I am learning to be the me that exists in the now
I saw the above quote on a jewelry ad on Instagram today. It coincided with something I am struggling with at the moment: Facing fear and stepping beyond my comfort zone so I can begin to live again. I also read these notes I had jotted down at some point in my daily devotional: “We
