Thank you to the rad people at Rebelle Society for believing in authenticity and for publishing my work. xo

the day fear took you hostage

The moment your partner is taken hostage by Fear and asks for part of their love back, it’s over. Holding on to a smaller piece simply isn’t fair.

you are the chorus of my song called life

I chose you to sit next to me in my recliner to listen to our song called Life. And Life meant our first missions trip to Nepal. Life meant picking out a downsized home. Life meant sorting through medical bills together.

an open letter to the masculine man

I’m sorry if I turned you down because you just weren’t alpha enough for me... I’ve seen the tools in your toolshed you use to bury your unwelcome emotions... Your cousin is killed in a car accident: the bottom of the glass of scotch. Suck it up. Your mom is diagnosed with Stage 4 lung...

how to find grace through the grieving of death

“Help,” I thought, looking around to others, “I need a tourniquet. Can’t you see my friend is dying?” But as I search the familiar faces around me, I realize they are all bleeding out in their grief. There isn’t enough triage in the world to save you from this pain.

watching you - restore your soul after the storm

Paint your walls with forgiveness -- a universal color that truly does make your soul much bigger, as it allows room for others to fulfill your life with their own wisdom. Fill the plumbing with grace -- not just for those who have hurt you, but for yourself.