“When I wasn’t looking, the best things found me anyway.”

About Me

  • Leisure, Taken Apart

    Leisure has changed for me. It’s not what it once was. In leisure, I do not sit still.I float beside my thoughts. A violin, a gentle piano, hums somewhere—even if no one is playing it. Art leans in through my… Continue reading

  • To Complain or Not to Complain

    I complain about nothing small.Small things do not trouble me.I complain about nothing politely. I complain—though perhaps that is not the word. Once, it simply meant saying:this hurts,this isn’t right,truth refusing to stay quiet. Somewhere along the way, it soured—recast… Continue reading

  • What a Name Learns

    My first name was a beginning stroke.Given before courage.Before the world made its demands.In time, my name learned me. It doesn’t waste syllables.It’s short. Memorable. A little defiant.It does not ask permission to enter a room. It sits cross-legged and… Continue reading

  • If I Could Un-Invent Something

    It would be the speed. The way everything learned how to rushbefore we did. I don’t wish away phones, or the internet, or the ability to connect.I just wish we hadn’t trained ourselvesto respond before we reflect,to react before we… Continue reading

  • It’s Time That Teaches Us How to Listen…

    It’s Time That Teaches Us How to Listen The more time we spend in Scripture,we learn it doesn’t just inform us—it forms us. Those roots don’t rush.They settle deep into our thoughts, our responses, our speech,quietly shaping our hearts and… Continue reading

  • Jumping Into the Past: Jeans and Me

    Wow, this is such a cool way to reminisce. It’s funny how certain things from our past stick with us. For a minute, I thought there was nothing. I wasn’t attached to dolls or toys, so I assumed this prompt… Continue reading

  • Sole Mates — The Second Sock Store

    The Problem Every home has a drawer full of lonely socks.Every dryer has never been held accountable.No one is taking responsibility. Until now. Sole Mates Sole Mates is a retail store dedicated exclusively to single socks—specifically the abandoned, widowed, mysteriously… Continue reading

  • I Don’t Have a Sentence for Your Wall — I Have a Portrait

    Someone said,“A mission should be big.”So I tried to stand taller, I lengthen my neck.I soften my eyes.I tilt my head just enoughthat my soul has room to breathe.But still I tripped over the question. I have never trusted questions… Continue reading

  • Remembering Is to Live Again

    What has been lived does not dissolve;it persists, asking to be remembered,tugging at my sleeve with borrowed sighs. Time, I have learned, does not proceed cleanly forward.It folds.It sneaks in. Some people want to outrun time.I sit with it.I ask… Continue reading

  • The Place That Shows Up With Me

    My perfect space isn’t something I build.It doesn’t have walls or windows or a door I need to close behind me. I can’t imagine waiting on a room or a piece of furniture in order to write, as if words,… Continue reading