Gospel Living
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
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
Don’t Believe These Four Lies about Spiritual Abuse
This article was originally published on Core Christianity. The worship song lifted my soul as tears welled up like a dam, ready to be released.
Lessons from My Garden
The leaves are starting to take a turn toward their fall colors here in Ohio, but I’m still gathering zinnias in my garden. The tree
Gifts Forged in Grief
When plunking piano keys and singing at the top of my lungs turned to boredom, I asked to go outside. “Sure, baby. By the way,
Warring with All of Creation
I have been in a cosmic battle with principalities and squirrels. I’m not kidding—it has begun to feel like creation has a vendetta against me.
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
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
Don’t Believe These Four Lies about Spiritual Abuse
This article was originally published on Core Christianity. The worship song lifted my soul as tears welled up like a dam, ready to be released.
Lessons from My Garden
The leaves are starting to take a turn toward their fall colors here in Ohio, but I’m still gathering zinnias in my garden. The tree
Gifts Forged in Grief
When plunking piano keys and singing at the top of my lungs turned to boredom, I asked to go outside. “Sure, baby. By the way,
Warring with All of Creation
I have been in a cosmic battle with principalities and squirrels. I’m not kidding—it has begun to feel like creation has a vendetta against me.