Take the damn picture
I used to be weird about pictures. It felt like a very real threat to my security and safety that at any given time someone might take my picture and it might not be a picture that I thought was good. Good, of course, meant one where none of my perceived flaws showed. A candid?…
Insecure is not a dirty word
When I was growing up, no surprise, I was a sharer. I told my mom (who had no choice but to be my captive audience) almost everything that happened and every time I came home with a new tale of school woes, her response would be generally the same: They’re probably just insecure. I’m sure…
Your Body Is Good
I’d like to tell you a long story. Truly more than ever before, I genuinely hope you’ll take the time. I’ve written, re-written, and edited this thing to death and it’s time to say it out loud (so to speak). It’s both very personal and very much something I want to talk about all the…
Happy Sad Thanksgiving
It’s Thanksgiving Day in the weirdest year I’ve ever lived through. As with most things in 2020, it doesn’t look like I wanted it to. You’d think by now we’d be used to it, but alas, it’s a gut punch not to be with our people, celebrating like usual. It’s a weird feeling, to be…
A Case for Paying Attention
It is easy, at this moment in time, to feel a certain degree of despair about *the state of things.* I have some general fatigue about, um, everything – and it’s become impossible not to cry often. A frequent fogging of my eyeballs has become a part of me in 2020. Glennon Doyle said once…
Imagine a Tidier Nightstand, Among Other Things
I haven’t written in a minute. That isn’t entirely true – I’ve written a lot, actually, but it’s all in 3/4ths finished posts in my drafts folder. It’s not that I don’t have things to say. It’s more because there is so much to say that I can’t seem to fit it in one clean…
Sisters in the time of COVID
While I would never be so brazen as to assign any silver linings to the events of the last five months, I am willing to reflect on a few things I’m particularly grateful for during what I can only describe as the weirdest spring/summer ever. One of those things has been the time my girls…
do better
This post is adapted from an Instagram story I did a couple of months ago after watching the following video: I still feel strongly about this, and it felt worth revisiting in written format. I’ve defaulted to Insta stories for a lot of things I maybe would have written before, so now that I have…
Finding Me in Motherhood
All I really ever wanted was to be a mom. If I had a vision board, it would have just been pictures of babies. It was always the goal. Get married, have kids, be the Mom. End of list. Flash forward through my 20’s, longing for a home in the burbs and the aforementioned husband…
hello, it’s me
Hello friends. I decided to start writing again. I have no idea what this looks like yet, but I’m glad you’re here. As far as I can tell at this moment, this is where I’ll be putting my words now. All of the old stuff still lives at i am a little church, what I…
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