I don’t want to write about politics. I don’t want to write about abortion laws, women’s rights gun rights, or religion. I don’t want to write about the evils of this world, pretending as though the evil within me does not exist. I don’t want to write about how I am right, and you 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 →
There’s a chamber in my heart that whispers to me in the stillness of the night. I’ve never seen it, but I know it’s there. I set out quest to find that chamber. When I finally found the doorway, I found myself frozen. I had spent so many nights dreaming of what it might be... Continue Reading →
Beauty in the Brokenness 