The Wailing Room

The wailing room. A story turn is defined as a moment in which the protagonist will never be the same. There are negative turns and positive turns. Right now I’m going through an exercise (via the workbook Storyline) to redeem my negative turns. Donald Miller says that Victor Frankl says, “a person can gain a... Continue Reading →

I’m writing a book.

After you decide to try your hand at writing a book, you have to figure out what it'll be about. I feel like maybe people who have their lives more together, have an idea first and then decide to write about it. I don't have my life together yet though and frankly, I want the... Continue Reading →

Living a better story.

Maybe it’s late, my brain is overactive and I’m sleep deprived. Or maybe this is as impactful and worthy to share as I think it is. This is the first few pages of a chapter I just read, skipping the middle that I don’t think the story hinges upon, and ending with a tear jerker... Continue Reading →

How do you say Matryoshka?

I clicked on stupid Facebook bait to see who I’d still be “best friends with in 20 years”. The results were calculated and I legit had to do a double take. I’d definitely never met the person in the profile picture staring back at me and didn’t even remember we were Facebook friends because I’ve... Continue Reading →


I recently read an ‘old’ verse with new eyes. There is Scripture in Luke where Jesus warns us (people who call themselves followers) to be ready. I was in a mood. I kind of giggled at the thought of being caught off guard—in red handed unreadiness. I pictured myself surrounded by a mountain of little... Continue Reading →

Dear God, will you be my Valentine?

I’ve been doing a ton of self reflection recently. I mean, I’m always eager in the search’o’self and in the pursuit of betterment. (Eh, eager or obsessed?—insert nervous chuckle.) Yesterday I jotted down some answers to: Who am I? What do I find my identity in? Why do I care so much if people think... Continue Reading →

Happy [AN]niversary to me.

Yesterday I woke up and everything was grey. You see, it was my three year brain surgery anniversary and the day always finds me depressed. . I recently joined a virtual support group for Acoustic Neuroma survivors. I made my first post yesterday— asking what they do and how they feel on their anniversaries. About... Continue Reading →

Gut check.

Jovie tonight- “I feel like you and Daddy don’t even know Jesus bc you never read your Bibles.” Talk about gut check. She’s 100% right. We have been in a rut—insert a million excuses—but here’s your friendly reminder (mine was more brutal) that YOUR KIDS ARE ALWAYS WATCHING AND LEARNING. Am I modeling a relationship... Continue Reading →

From pit to peace.

Just hours after Remy’s birth they took her from me for testing—to look at her vocal cords, I think. One minute I’m holding her tiny fingers in my hand while she’s being examined on a table, the next a doctor is calling my husband to return to the hospital because I was too inconsolable to... Continue Reading →

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