You’re Not Even Gonna Believe This Story! When I visited Nairobi, Kenya I came to visit my great friend Wesley Preston. When I was on my way to see him, I took a “Matatu,” (Unexplainable African bus which holds at least 15 people in a super tiny vehicle.), and when I glance out the window […]
One of my favorite ways to reflect and actually have undisturbed, productive and fulfilling time to sit with God, to create, dream, set goals and work has been to have a creative writing retreat. I’m willing to bet, if you’re reading this, you’ve been craving that time for a creative writing retreat, too. Keep reading for […]
We’ve traveled the globe far and wide, but nothing seems to bring as much joy to my heart as a meditative beach walk, seeking truth and time with God among the sands of the sea. After being inspired by our weekend in Captiva Island, Florida, I wanted to share with you this poem about […]
This poem inspired by the Wiz/ Wizard of Oz…was from a challenge to conceal (or reveal) something… my words do a little of both… do you see it? Busy Season Oh, how this season has me deep in its Vibrant, vigorous grasp of task and toil Ever so summoned, engrossed, absorbed- Reaching my depths and […]
These social media words and icons have been replaying over and over- finally, I decided to put pen to whispers in my head and here is the result, this original poem about social media and living in today’s connected, digital society. Do you need a reset today? It is written as much for me […]
The other night, we were watching The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. I giggled when Walter’s sister commented on the great mix tapes he used to make. That was me. Glued late nights to the radio listening for my favorite songs to record and dub and re-record- then mix and give away to friends. When I […]
Broken I should’ve never said “yes” every ounce of me knew but i was tired- trying to find and hide and hope for true in the tiny pieces of my splitting, shattered, seedling soul. Drowning in pride. Details and dresses and drama and daddy’s dimes over my head- too young to be good […]
Oh, words four days now the busyness has swept in. I’ve swept away dirt thoughts dead- lines check marks on my floor and mental black- bored without you. Missing you sweet, sweet words. Together, let’s move forward- once again leaving the dust and past behind.