Deep inside me, there is a girl I cannot reach. I see glimpses of her in sunsets – pink, orange and peach. There is something mysterious about her, a whimsy to which I am drawn. I hear her calling out to me in the mesmerizing melodies of a familiar song. I sense her trying to... Continue Reading →
The Seeds
She never knew quite what to make of those little seeds that were created with a whirling in her tummy or a pounding in her chest. When she tried to explain it to others, they told her they were called feelings and said everyone had them. But she knew this wasn’t true. She never saw... Continue Reading →
The Power of Story
I wonder if instead of trying to use our autobiographical memories to write a play-by-play news report, we are meant to create a beautiful story, filling in the lost details creatively in ways that bring meaning to us.
Beauty in the Brokenness 