Books, Humanity & Divine Expression
Second Home
When my mother died 11 months ago, I made a pact with myself. I will forever hold her loving presence, nurturing patience, and fierce reliability in my heart. And I will let go of her inability to be wrong. I will be wrong every day if that's what it takes. Even if I...
The Release Date is at the End
This piece was originally sent as my monthly newsletter for August 2023. Hello friends, I hope this summer has blessed you with Palisade peaches (IYKYK), long walks in the woods or by the sea, and nights spent dreaming under the stars. After a hectic June (and May and...
Mercy, Freedom and the Flow
For the first time in my life, it feels like words are not enough. During seasons of change, heartache, loneliness, and even joy, I have found solace in language. In the stringing together of ideas. Words have enabled me to know my own mind and be comfortable with...
Leaving & Returning
Leaving - May 4, 2023 Today, I woke up in my first apartment for the last time. It’s a gray day in western Pennsylvania. The Amish are driving past in their buggies, and I can hear the clop-clop-clopping of hooves on the pavement. My nose is stuffy from the sheer...
Going Home
It feels like this post has been a long time coming. I attempted to write it last month, but the words weren’t ready, and where, a year ago, I would have forced them out, I decided to wait. To listen. To jot down a few notes and just allow. Last week, I deleted...
Take Off Your Jacket: Power vs. Force
I heard a beautiful allegory last week. It goes like this (the way I heard it). Long ago, the wind, resentful of the sun and his many loyal worshippers, challenged that fiery entity to a duel. "I am more powerful than you," the wind claimed, "and I can prove it. Watch...
The Gifts of Staying: Lessons from the Hardest Year of My Life
New Year's Eve, 2021. I was curled up on the couch with a journal and my favorite pen. Before me were 365 brand-new days of... something. I wasn't sure yet. All I knew was that 2022 felt like my year. I'd learned so much and come so far, and now, it was time to reap...
The Sacred is Here: A Tribute to My Mom
My mom passed away on Sunday evening. I’ve written those words down a dozen times now, and they still don’t feel… I don’t know. They feel real, but they don’t feel real. She’s still my first pinned contact. Still the first person I want to turn to and share a laugh. I...
Dear Kindred Spirit
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