Bubbles form inside my heart. Some are solid, some are hollow. Some are big, some are small. Some are heavy, some are light. Each day, they grow stronger. Bouncing from side to side. Never resting, never popping. Making their presence known as they drift throughout my heart. They threaten to break free, but they are... Continue Reading →
The Power of Story
Last year, as I read Galit Atlas’s “Emotional Inheritance,” I found myself thinking about my dad, the holes he had in his autobiographical story, and the ways it may have played out subconsciously in his life – and now in mine. Just like we pass down our DNA, we pass down our stories. My dad... Continue Reading →
Beauty in the Brokenness 