Somewhere just above my belly not quite to my heart the simmering churning sparking begins yet again words rise to the surface they will be noticed pebbles in a shoe peas buried twelve mattresses deep like a glow of orange burning the horizon fire sparked at the edge of the sky uncontrolled, it engulfs the… Continue reading Birth of a Poem
I press write peck out a few lines with these useless nails, now three weeks overgrown that we’ve been laughing about since the wedding the wedding only 18 days ago since you and me became we the two one flesh and already I’m alone and back to feeling like it was all just pretend was… Continue reading Useless Nails
In 2013, inspired by Pinterest and, frankly, sick of my own body image crap, I decided to become a blogger. I would write about beauty, fat, our culture, and loving my body. And why not? Who better qualified to be a fatshionista than me? I certainly had no shortage of opinions on the subject. My sense… Continue reading Trust Me, I’m a Blogger
WordPress sent me a little congrats this week- it seems I have hit the one year mark for my blog. For a woman known for her strong starts and little to no follow-through, this is a serious accomplishment. In one year, I’ve been so blessed by this platform from which to share my writing. I’ve… Continue reading Something to Celebrate!
There are mornings where my pen is a hammer My keyboard a chisel, my mind a blueprint My words sturdy bricks, constructing cities But this morning, my pencil was a useless tool I could not pull width from wraith-like page I failed to build you an ivy encrusted castle Where you’d rule in purple as queen No… Continue reading Flat
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A month and a half ago, I attended an amazing conference put on by Living Proof Ministries called LIT, for women in their 20s and 30s with a passion to be Christian communicators. A month before the conference, thinking about how fast the tickets sold out in the first ten…
Hands raised, tears streaming down my cheeks, worshiping in a sea of women at the Lit Conference, I saw a vision in my mind’s eye- all 740 of us ladies linked arm and arm, moving forward, a rushing wave. The power of it floored me and the solidarity of it convicted me. If you read my… Continue reading Red Rover, Red Rover