Family. Real. Raw. Broken. Beautiful.
If this were an actual novel, I would have thrown it across the room in disgust several chapters back. But this is real life (real absurd life), so I’m stuck waiting for the next plot twist while trying to hold out hope for something redemptive to happen.
I am a reader. It’s one of the ways I define myself. Sometimes I read to escape. Sometimes I read to grow. Sometimes I read to laugh. Sometimes I read…
I am a fairly recent convert to the wonderful world of podcasts. For the longest time, it was a highly curated iTunes playlist that powered me through my pre-dawn workout time.…
Some of my earliest memories involve books – being read to, reading to myself, reading to my younger sister, confounding my Kindergarten teacher when I showed up knowing how to…
Joy is interesting. In my own life there have been times joy was plentiful and an easy state of being to achieve – and at other times something that has…
I have been following the inspirational writing and work of Rachel Macy Stafford for a couple of years via her blog and Facebook page The Hands Free Revolution. The basic philosophy…
I am a voracious reader. I love words. I love stories. I love ideas. I love to escape into a good book. Some of what I read is for pure pleasure,…
We're All A Little Broken 