one day, in the midst of your normal ordinary everything you will come across a poem and something about it will speak truth to your bones —you’ll know this poem by the chill that rises along your arms travels down your spine the one that pulses truth the one that...
to be courageous is to stay close to the way we are made.david whyte This past week – hell, this past month – it has been intense. Everyone I’ve talked to says the same. Of the deep sadness and the storm of anger and the descent to the underworld. Of the...
You are here. You are here. Even though everything smells like love and loss and burning. Start with this. You are here and it hurts. It hurts because of all you’ve lost. Your heart is a 3am siren, driving through that sucker punch bruise of a night sky. Never a...
This is the original essay that inspired my first book, You Are Not Too Much: Love Notes On Heartache, Redemption, & Reclamation. Order your copy here. “Life is complicated. I am tired of hiding.” “Why are you hiding?” “Because I’m...
Here I sit. In my coffee shop. The one with the rough brick walls and the shadowed light and the rooms that I weave through as if I was at home. Here, I am at home. I am always and never at home. The rain is coming down outside. Hammering onto this parched desert...
