Where I’ve Been (Besides Substack)
I’ve been fighting for every word, that’s where. If you didn’t know, I signed a contract with Moody Publishing for my second book last fall. It’s a book that will tackle lies Christians believe about suffering through a series of questions like, Am I suffering because of my sin? or Is comparing suffering helpful? You […]
The Gift of Our Bodies
Quick update: If you didn’t know, I’ve started a Substack. Going forward, most of my writing will be moved to Substack. There, you will find essays, poetry, and everything in between, as well as monthly updates and recommendations. I’d be honored if you’d subscribe. Don’t tell my physical therapist or my husband but against their […]
A Thread of Gold Against the Inky Black
My little white candle flickered before my eyes as I joined my voice with the congregation. I watched the wax slowly glide down toward my fingers and sang, “Silent night! Holy night!All is calm, all is bright’round yon virgin mother and child!Holy infant, so tender and mild,sleep in heavenly peace,sleep in heavenly peace.” My heart […]
Grief Oblivion
Grief floats through the air like smoke above us, entering our lungs—a breath thief. I look around to see hands wiping tears from eyes, looks of shock and helplessness. Death has shaken us again. My four-year-old sits under the smoke, unmoved, unaware. He flips through the pew Bible and smiles up at me, then at […]
The Boundary Lines of My Broken Body
This essay originally appeared on Calla Press Literary Journal. Somewhere between rage-cleaning the kitchen and a ten-minute tidy, I decide it’s time. I reach into the bin and grab the avocado rattle—the one my first son shook around as he giggled when he was 4 months old. I place it in the donation pile. A […]
Will My Husband Still Think I’m Attractive as I Age?
I was twenty and working at a Bloomingdale’s call center when someone handed me a complimentary pair of women’s shapewear. I didn’t know what Spanx were as I stretched them over my legs, later tossing them into a donation box. Postpartum with my second son, I regretted that decision as I spent $80 on a […]