his story, not mine.

The refugees continue to be on my mind. And not in the kind of way I had hoped or wish I could share about. The urgency feels faint, probably because, if I’m honest, the shock has worn away a little. The story of a little boy washed up on a shore isn’t on the news…

dear reader, thank you.

I’ve heard that authors love their readers, and I always get a little thrill when I read the acknowledgments in a book and see a thank you to the readers there. I know I am probably one of thousands, but it is still exciting to be part of this author’s work. I’m only weeks into…

the myth of ready.

When I got pregnant three months into marriage, I did not feel even remotely ready. I remember feeling utterly shocked. I was still blissfully happy to just be in the same location as my husband after months of long distance dating. I hadn’t even had begun having thoughts of babies yet. How could one appear…

my nightstand stack.

Confession: I’m a library fanatic. One of my first acts anytime I move is to get a library card. I remember being nearly distraught when I didn’t have an electric bill to prove I lived in my first apartment. I think I’d lived in my new place all of two days and it felt terrible…

what i want most of all.

I feel like the start of a new season always leaves space for reflection for me. Who was I in the past season? What things do I want to be different moving forward? The return to school and the end of summer has always felt like the perfect start of a new year to me,…

you are seen.

As my feed on Facebook is filled with photos of refugees and calls to action, I feel my heart tense a little bit. I hate to admit it, but when there are stories like this, I’m usually overwhelmed by how great the need is and how little I feel. What can I really do, other…