It would seem that the incidents of late have pushed me onto a slightly different life path than I intended for myself but perhaps that is the "right" path afterall. I'm currently taking a career counseling class as part of my Master's program. And one of the assignments (though it wasn't actually listed as an [...]
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The Other Side of Silence
This one is for the women (and yes, men, too) who aren't ready to talk, who aren't ready to divulge the details of probably the worst days of their lives. It is for the people who bravely wake up, day after day, and carry on despite the weight of their secrets. This one is to [...]
An Honor, a Privilege, and a Burden
Most days I think of my job as an honor and a privilege. It is a tremendous gift to be able to encourage, cultivate, and nurture the minds of at least 140 teenagers each year. And, to be able to gain glimpses into their lives, their losses, their loves, their passions. They are all incredible [...]
Abstract Longings for What Might Be
TW: this blog will cover issues of rape/sexual assault, so if you're not feeling particularly safe and supported please take care before reading. Every year someone inevitably tells me: "You know, they say, 'whatever you are doing to bring in the new year is what you will be doing for the rest of the year.'" [...]
Wilting in the Shadow of God
With my grandfather's death and funeral I was reminded of the kind of Christianity my family practices. It isn't the kind that believes in grace as acceptance of all those who are not worthy. It isn't the kind that believes in mercy or forgiveness for every sinner. It is not the kind that believes in [...]
Seeing the Unseen; or, the Package Hidden Under the Welcome Mat
This week Amazon delivered a rather substantial package to my apartment and, because the delivery man thought I was not home, the package was placed under my welcome mat. Can we consider for a second how ludicrous this actually seems? I'm not particularly good at measurements, so I'm sure I can't accurately convey to you [...]
The Weight of Loss
"[He] is gone." These were the first words my brain registered this morning when I woke up at 3:09. It was a text from my mother letting me know that my grandfather has passed away. We had been expecting this loss for a few weeks now, so it isn't like it was unexpected. But, somehow, [...]
Her Patchwork Heart 
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