The Space Between
I don’t like to look at pain. If I can, I avoid it. Look the other way. But no matter how I avert my eyes, there it is… in the fabric of...
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Heroic Friendship
“Back to the drawing board” … my heart is grateful for this concept as I think about those times we need to go before the Lord and ask...
In Search of a Sabbath
5 years ago our first baby was born. Since then we have been steadily accumulating children. Now at three, our hearts are delighted and...
You Are the Gift
It was approaching the end of the school year. Our calendar was swirling with activities. Field trips, field day, parties, 5th grade...
On Becoming a Daughter
I am estranged from my parents. This fact has defined so much about how I see myself and interact with the world in the ten years since...
Give Your Heart a Voice
Give your heart a voice. This statement is one of my standards for measuring whether or not I am being authentic and honest with my life....
My Elephant Sisters
As I was pushing through those icky days of the first trimester (those who have been there understand!), attempting to homeschool my...
Clear is Kind
I’m the oldest of 3 siblings. This means I was and can still be on the bossy side. I’m half puerto-rican, half salvadoran, which by my...
Birthing Creativity
In early 2018 after reading Rising Strong, one quote from Brené Brown kept nagging at me: "We move what we are learning from our heads to...
Pink Sunglasses Petitions
My petition. I like that word because looking it up, it’s synonym is pray. It’s Lent right now and this year I decided that I wanted to...