For the Woman Told She is “TOO MUCH”:
There’s so much written for women who feel like they are not enough… But that’s not my issue. I’ve always…
the Bride
broken things | grief | Loss | Poetry | Prayer
Hold Me On the Carpet Here
At the altar Wednesday, Julie held me. At the altar Thursday, Grandpa Gary cradled me on one side and Carrie…
The God Who Holds Me
I’ve wanted to write you a thousand times. I’ve been writing a ton for you, actually, but haven’t yet shared….
The Paper Bag Dress
My mama raised me to find beauty in unexpected places, like rust and dust and the way an onion cuts…
Parable of the Mom and the Bloody Pants
The kingdom of heaven is like a mom who came to meet her daughter for lunch at the high school….