Tell the story. Tell your story. For far too long I've known it was time to tell my story. There's a story to share, because by God's grace, I am not where I was. There's a story to tell because He has redeemed and restored me. I need to share my story. But beyond that, I'm… Continue reading Tell the Story
A year ago today, I posted this photo on Instagram & Facebook. I had finally finished editing my novel, Chasing Hope. This novel, set in beautiful Beaufort, NC, had taken me far too long to write. Over the years, as I grew and changed, the novel did too. In many ways I'm thankful for that.… Continue reading Hold Fast to Your Dreams
There are some days and nights when I'm not sure if I'll ever get over you. This seems a little dramatic, no? You can't make this $%^&, up, right? The months that have passed leave me with more questions than answers and resolutions. This can't be the end. If it is, this is the biggest… Continue reading Waves
My foster son is so very smart. He's also a six-year old boy. Which means he says and does gross things and he almost never stops moving. Luckily, I have a high tolerance for sometimes gross boy behavior (see working with a couple hundred Marines every day for 8 years). He also has a lot… Continue reading Life with a Six Year Old Boy
I have a lot on my mind. I'm not sure what to share so here are a few random thoughts about things: My foster son is African American. If you doubt racism exists, I can confirm for you that it does. Go ahead and stay in your safe little corner if you disagree. But, I'll… Continue reading Random
For the longest time, I tried to make excuses. I figured that there had to be more. Why? Because nothing made sense. I lived everyday with this confusion hanging over my head and the belief that somehow, somewhere this would all make sense. But I'm tired of making excuses and I'm tired of trying to… Continue reading All In
Where are you, Baby? Still somewhere choosing your words carefully, I presume? There's a hole here in this big house. It feels even bigger than normal. There are things I'd like to do with you. I'd like to cook an extravagant dinner with you, music playing, and candles burning. I'd like to argue debate pointless &… Continue reading Things I Would Like To Do . . .
Sleep. More sleep. To eat meals when I'm hungry. To see the way you look at me sometimes. But just...all the time. Your arms around me. Someone to tell me it's going to be alright. To know there's a reason and a rhyme for how I ended up here, heart so tired and broken.