the best of things…

the best of things…

Inspired by Emily P. Freeman, I'm spending a little time with her reflection questions and considering what I learned this spring. She asks the following questions: What was your favorite photo from May? As the season unfolded it became clear that the normal spring we craved wasn't just going to happen. March faded into April [...]

trusting the journey…

trusting the journey…

I sit here typing these words at forty-five years old. Forty-five... How did that happen? I still feel seventeen inside, barely treading in too-deep-water and wondering when I'll be able to stop pretending like I've got this whole thing under control. I also, admittedly, feel about ninety-two, or at least how I imagine ninety-two to [...]

October 26th, 2000

I was twenty-four years and seven months old, to the day. The doctor who had saved me with a shot six long years before had been the one to tell me, with saucer wide eyes, that my uterus had been the biggest mangled mess he'd ever seen. That poor piece of me had survived through [...]