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All good dreamers pass this way.

I often think about the movie, Paris, Texas. I listened to a music video a few days ago from this movie and the images that flowed through the theme song were of desolation, emptiness, blank space. 623 more words


Two Years Clean: What It Means Moving Forward

As of writing this sentence, it’s Thursday, April 20th, and by the time I get around to finishing and posting this ((because I write at a snail’s pace, every word a slow drip of consciousness, every thought a specimen to be meticulously considered and picked apart before publication (though the quality of my writing nevertheless fails to reflect that same degree of contemplation)), it will be Tuesday — April 25th, 2017.   1,374 more words

Mental Health

How Could I Forget?

Do you remember saying I love you?

You were seventeen; I was fifteen. It was a month into our relationship and I had fallen for you the way most love stories start—head first and unprepared. 1,129 more words


Joy Comes in the Mourning - A Worship Set for the Broken and Weary

Joining the Saints

I sat down on the church pew just in time for the service to begin. The organ kicked off a thunderous prelude. The pipes bellowed, sending birds and mice scrambling from their tubular homes, screaming, “Everybody run! 2,045 more words


A Love Letter to My Body

Dear Body,  you who carries me through every waking moment, who keeps me alive and moving through this life of mine.

Dear beloved, blessed flesh and bone, you who I have neglected, blamed and abused, you with all your beautiful imperfections and insights, which still catch me off-guard, time and time again. 231 more words

My Wrestle with Shame

I wrote the following piece over ten years ago when I was wrestling with intense feelings of shame: shame about my body, about being a woman in a man’s world and about my sin. 271 more words


Perchance to Dream

How about you?
Even walking back along this shitty track and nursing a wounded head, I turn away from that memory. Wince and wonder what fucking shame I’ve set up for myself there. 399 more words