healing
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I remember when I was nice. Do you remember a time before boundaries became barriers? Is it just me? Anyone else feel that life has hardened them and like you’re waking up decades later and you’re a shadow of who you once were? I’ve been contemplating how awfully grumpy I’ve become. Getting older has been…
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I could write sonnets about my tribe of sisters in Christ. When I read about Christians deconstructing I often wish I could hear their personal stories as to what led them there. I’m convinced that over 75% of people that leave the church do so because they felt isolated and far from deep connection with…
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There is a thief in the house that is stealing slumber from my aging mother. A once brave and unstoppable woman who modeled strength and independence for me has slowly begun to fade into the abyss of lost memories and increasing fear. My mother has slowly become my daughter. So, where’ve you all been? Oh…
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It’s a bitter 3am. The fan is humming a little ditty. The light outside the window is flickering, and the clock is ticking loud thuds of agitation as it reminds my patience and my heart that I have exactly 240 minutes before I have to be bright eyed and bushy tailed for work. 240 minutes…
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My whole life, my kindness has been mistaken for weakness. It’s made me prey to the bloodhounds of opportunity. I wonder if you have ever felt the same. I met Jesus when I was three. He knew I’d need him soon after. I am so thankful I met him at an early age. The love…
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It’s the curse of the fat girl. You’ve probably heard the statements. “You have such a pretty face.” I imagine the very next thought, which is most likely not spoken out loud is, “for such a fat and ugly body.” Some circles have manners about the whole thing. They discreetly judge you. Some circles do…
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“My name is Valentine, and yes, that’s my real name.” It’s the tag line that somehow always escapes my mouth when meeting new people. Its usually met with great curiosity, but it’s almost always followed up with, “I won’t forget that!” It’s true. I leave a lasting impression. Yet it’s not because of my name,…
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“Ah-ha!” I nearly blurted out loud as my “ah-ha” moment woke me from a sour night of tortured sleep. It was the second time in a year that I had been met with the inappropriate demands of a man and this time, I was angry. No one prepares you for abandonment. Having been raised by…
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