I realized how much more I desired for each day than I’d previously imagined possible. With so much to live for, why not get busy?

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Yesterday, I was wildly on top of the world. And as a result I felt optimistic and empowered about addressing everything life throws at me from debt to death and everything in between. I even cleaned out my car, a feat which only happens when hope is present. But today is different. The fears of the unknown and the pain of the past has me emotionally haggard.

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Yet, don’t cry for me, Argentina. I’m alive to myself. I’m alive to hope. I’m alive to reinvention. I’m alive to awareness. I’m alive to joy. I’m alive to perspective. I’m alive to love. I’m alive to belonging. I’m alive to my sisterhood. I’m alive to my daughterhood.

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So there’s a new fella in my life. At first, I was finna be all coy & secretive.  But on New Years Eve I quietly put up a picture of us and the next day my ex told me he knew I had a new boyfriend.  “One of my Facebook friends told you, eh?”  I […]

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I shared a FaceBook post last week that made me feel powerfully vulnerable and ashamed.  Bloggers call this a “vulnerability hangover,” which seems pretty all true.  I shared it after tossing and turning one night, after hearing some harsh words spoken about me, I wanted to rise up and defend myself. On a subterranean level, I […]

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*I wrote the following guest post for the upcoming Jumping Tandem Retreat coming up May 1-3 in Ashland, NE which I’ll be key-noting on the 1st evening!  Please, pretty please come join us! Learn more about it here & register here.* Hello, my name is Grace and I’ve struggled with grace. Some say, actually many have […]

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On grace, the light in the darkness.  I’m guest posting today for my homie, Juan Lopez. Grace in the light of Christ means having courage.  Courage to get out of bed and face the fears of basic living that overwhelm knowing grace will carry you through it.  Courage when, having gotten out of said bed […]

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I was jittery nervous in that witness box. I shoved sweaty hands under my little thighs to keep them from shaking.  Across and in front of me, Ma was on my left, Dad on my right.  On my direct right, the honorable Judge So-And-So presiding.  The court recorder was down in front, the jury,  my […]

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