My article from the December issue of The Broad Street Chronicle. You can find the publication downtown at various stores and of course, in front of Grassroots! Find them @broadstchronicle on Instagram. One of the best feelings in the world: finishing that last class, turning in that last essay, working that last shift, tossing every … Continue reading Home for Christmas →

Last week was a week. It started on Monday with my oldest waking up puking. He stayed out of school for two days, which always throws off our entire schedule. Then, Ford was kind enough to gift me his virus, and on Tuesday night I started puking as well. I miss work on Wednesday. Spencer … Continue reading The Thrill of Hope →

  Patience. Yall. On the imaginary scale that measures patience with 10 being Corrie Ten Boom and 1 being a six year old on Christmas morning I’m going to put myself at a solid 1.5, hovering just slightly above a small child, grasping for my dignity. I am SO not patient. Let me give you … Continue reading Patience →

Friday’s are magic. I am slower, more relaxed, time spreads out in front of me like an open winding mountain road, one you drive with the windows rolled down, your hand out the window, the wind moving it up and down. I walk slowly with Mabry out of the pre-school, I wait for her by … Continue reading Friday Magic →

The Resistance I’m learning about this thing called resistance. It’s this force that is keeping you from doing what you’re called to do, what you know deep down you should be doing. Instead, you are wiping out your kitchen sink for the thousandth time, you are folding laundry, you are scrolling on your phone. That’s … Continue reading The Resistance →