I want to think that I’m invincible. That I’m not tethered to my body that insists on attacking itself. That I have control over the inner workings of my flesh. I don’t. I’m not. I’ve had a slew of tests and imaging over the past month. I lost count at the lab after they took…
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{record update}
So, we’ve been working on my EP for like, almost a year. My producer is freelance, and he’s working and taking seminary classes, so he’s pretty tied up these days. Since he’s doing my project nearly for free, I can’t really blame him for working and studying and stuff rather than, you know, making me…
{what’s the scariest thing you’ve done lately?}
My world has become really small over the past year, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Given the latter half of 2015, we needed to circle the wagons around our family drama and trauma. Now that we’re working through the recovery part, I’m trying to pry open my hands and do some things to…
{living the dream}
Forgive the cliche title, but it is exactly what I mean for it to be. Now that I’ve settled into parenting-more-than-one-kid mode, I’ve realized that I’m not nearly as good at multitasking as I thought I was. I’m getting schooled by tiny humans. I took two months off of work when my youngest was born,…
{recovery}
I went off the grid for a good 8 months there. The main reason for my absence was an extremely difficult adoption process that required a lot of privacy and personal space as we navigated the rough waters of the court system. I needed a bit of anonymity on the web as we jumped through…
{on songwriting}
When I was 17 years old, I wrote my first song. I think it was called “Why Do I Run From You?” I played that song on a wonky keyboard and sang my first penned song in the school chapel service during my senior year of highschool, and except for an incredibly supportive English teacher…
{on writing}
Sometimes I lie awake at night and wonder if I should just give up the farce of sleeping and get up to pen the words that run through my mind–to get them down on paper in hopes of keeping them locked there between the lines and out of the REM cycles I’m missing out on. …
{the art of listening, pt. 2}
My son has a pretty significant stutter. He has had a stutter since learning to talk, and while sometimes it is almost non-existent, most days it is fairly present. And sometimes it is so bad that it takes a full minute to get out one sentence. Speech therapy has helped a little bit, maybe; it’s…
{the art of listening}
I could see it in her face. She sat across the table from me at the coffee shop, her coffee cup untouched, the contents slowly cooling. Tears stood in her eyes while words poured from her mouth like a river that’s been dammed up too long. Her desperation seemed to fuel this onslaught of explanations. …
::my 15 year companion::
Nearly fifteen years ago, I received this Bible from my parents. It is a NAS Life Application Bible with a faux leather cover and my (maiden) name embossed on the front. (Let’s not talk about my middle name. We all have one, and most of us dislike it, right?) I was nineteen when I received…