What's true in the lightJust a few weeks after moving to Charlotte, I took an uncharacteristic leap and signed up to attend a women’s retreat for a church that I...
when a hated thing becomes a sacred thingLet’s be honest: Running is the literal worst. It makes everything hurt, it makes you feel terrible while you do it, and only about 1% of...
but even now.If you’ve been anywhere near my Instagram in the past week and a half, you’ve likely seen approximately 1,000 posts about this amazing tr...
A(nother) brief word on transitionsLast week, I stayed in a home I used to live in, sleeping in the same room that was my personal sanctuary for four years. It’s weird how ...
A woman of valor, who can find? I had heard of Rachel Held Evans for years before stumbling across a worn copy of Searching for Sunday: Loving, leaving, and finding the ...
A walk in the woods I was glad it was summer. Summer meant that I could stumble into the woods the late-afternoon haze after work and not worry about the col...
Mobs, car accidents, & privilege.This is a dream, I thought. This must be a dream. But as I stepped out of the car onto wobbly legs, it was immediately clear that this wa...
