…The Rest Is His Story

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Soft, rooted words that carry both kindness and conviction.

  • “Books That Opened Me”

    Let me rip a page straight from the soul of an artichoke— You see, my heart has too many layers to have limits. Tough in places, tender in others. Not everyone gets to the center. Now, let me—ever so gently,… Continue reading

  • “Shut Happens”

    How Do You Know When It’s Time to Unplug? It’s not sudden.Never is—not for a woman like her. It’s the accumulation of little sighs.The kind that settle quietly in the corners of her day,like dust she didn’t know was gathering.… Continue reading

  • “When Morning Knocks Softly”

      Living Diary: EG Collection  I don’t wake up to an alarm. I put that blaring apparatus to sleep, many moons back. And no—I don’t mean today’s endless ringtone options with bird songs and waterfall loops. I’m talking about the… Continue reading

  • Who Would I Like to Talk to Soon?

    I thought it might be a stranger. Someone at a bar. But no. Not even a friend with a situation or someone waiting on a response. Today, my answer is different. I want to talk to her. Eleanor Grace. I’ve… Continue reading

  • “A World of My Own Making”—

    I am especially well-suited to living in a world of my own. In this world I’ve formed, there lives my imagination. It is not a touristy place, nor is it governed by schedule or social custom,but rather a carefully tended… Continue reading

  • The Way Station

    “The Way Station” Do you have a quote you live your life by or think of often? Yes, I do — because without it, I’d be a song without a melody, just scattered notes on the breeze. “This is the… Continue reading

  • “Let Me Be Your Cautionary Tale -with Grace and Side-Eye”

    “Some people hear God’s voice. I apparently needed motion sickness first.” What gives you direction in life? It’s a question so big, it doesn’t knock on your door— it just sits across the street. Waves at you. Gives you the… Continue reading

  • “Jesus, take the syllables. I can’t.”

    There I was. Sitting in the holy circle of folding chairs. Minding my own business. Things started out peaceful, as usual. We’ve got coffee, highlighters, people nodding with purpose, and a light sprinkle of “mmm-hmm” to let the leader know… Continue reading

  • The Ones I Brought Home

    Some people ask what book I could read over and over again. But I don’t just read books—I greet them. Walk into my house and you’ll see what I mean. They’re everywhere. Perched in corners, cradled in crates, stacked with… Continue reading