Always grace. Always advocate. Always hope.
Participating today in the #ShareTheLove blog tour. I was invited by the sweetest Chicagoan journalist, Emily Miller who I simply refer to as Emmille (pronounced em-meal) because her twitter handle @emmillerrwrites always read to me as Emmille R. Writes. This generous soul spotted me a train pass and a coffee every morning of the Story […]
Beautiful Maya via Don’t shoot the messenger! Hey, I’m just the messenger! A flippant yet poignant phrase, no? The implication that someone is bringing a message of some sort to me from someone else, carrying it like a box of unsteady explosives or a barrel of chocolates. The medium is superfluous, the messenger simply has […]
Allow me to talk around my mess if I may… A few years ago, a best friend of mine who I adore & love like a sister, was in a hot, triflin’ mess. Not the pretend kind that bloggers sometimes ramble on about in which their seemingly perfect children and marriages hit a bitty snag […]
Yes, my insta feed, twitter feed & FB feed was all abuzz from my time at the #FFWgr. At the Festival of Faith & Writers, I was entirely inspired, convicted, guilt-ridden to begin writing consistently again. Let’s just keep it real, y’all: 75% of the reason I went to FFW was Annie Lamott. That, driving […]
Lord, may I be willing to love. Let me be willing to sacrifice, truly sacrifice for others. Make me willing to set down my false self. Make me willing to see myself: the despicable and the beautiful. Let me be willing to own each and every loved nook and cranny. Make me willing to to […]
I am super quick to dog myself out. It’s not brilliant humility -so I’ve learned- but actually an unhealthy form of narcissism in which one focuses intensely on their downfalls. Seriously? Yesssssss, Chile. You can’t win for losin’. Years ago, I remember the look on my mentor’s face when I told him I created lists […]
Last week a friend died. She wasn’t someone I’d known for a long time, in fact, I’d only known her a week. One week. But she made an impression. She was sweet, very kind, very honest with herself. Even though she’d just met me she’d been vulnerable in front of me about a few things. […]
I wish you could see yourself the way I see you! He was all flummoxed. All concerned. Reasonably so. I’d communicated something-or-other about how I’m-not-good-enough-for-this or don’t-deserve-this OR THAT. I’d weaseled my way out of kind words and decided instead to settle on why it’s okay for someone to treat me poorly because, really, it […]
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