WAIT, IT'S NOT JUST ME?
I write for healing.
I write for redemption.
I write for sharing my story.
I write in the hope that it helps someone feel less alone.
I write to name the hard things, to speak truth into silence, and to remind us that beauty can rise from the mess.
Each word is a thread—woven from faith, pain, growth, and grace—meant to connect, comfort, and encourage.
This is where honesty meets healing, and where stories become bridges to something more.
Recent WRITINGS
Where the Rain Fell First
In this reflection, I share the weight of unexpected grief, the power of intuition, and the hope that even in sorrow, something sacred is being stirred beneath the surface—reminding me that healing often begins in hidden places.
Still Perched, Still Steady
One year after our first date, I married the man who showed me love not through grand gestures, but through quiet strength and steady presence. As life brought loss and grief, Nick remained my constant—proving that healing, love, and partnership can thrive even in the most broken, unexpected places.
Frayed Bonds
As my mother neared the end of her life, I returned to the woman I had long since detached from. In the tension between love and pain, memory and reality, I wrestled with what remained: a bond frayed by trauma, yet still held together by a single thread—fear, and maybe love.
Jesus Follower & Small Business owner
Sharing the unfailing love of the Lord and how He saved a messy sinner like me. 🙏🏻👨👩👧👦🪴🐓📖🏔️🏝️