May 30th, 2018
You are whispering them under your breath again – careful you, wary of letting loose the words before they…
May 02nd, 2018
When I started to lose Jesus, or, at least, losing was how it felt at the time, I was…
Sep 06th, 2017
You’ve spent a long time now quieting storms Sacrificing your fists to open-palmed service the sandbag walls you build…
Sep 05th, 2017
It always starts with something small. Someone laughs and lights a firework, and in a series of only moments…
Jun 15th, 2017
We make up songs. A jumpsuited man trimming hedges with a chainsaw stops to answer Fable's "What is that?" with a tutorial on how the chain turns and severs. A woman in a purple hoodie joins our silly dance as we wait at a crosswalk, cementing Fable's belief that the morning is intentionally full of her favorite color, her preferences the axis of a magically accommodating swirl of a world.
Jun 13th, 2017
Here is what we share:
The frustration tears. The hot, humiliating tears that start to burn when we are afraid or uncomfortable or feel like we've been caught being less than perfect. The betraying, infuriating, soul revealing tears. I hate those tears.
You are learning to ride your bike.
May 11th, 2017
This is a story about the year I threw a rock through the heart of stained glass Jesus. I…
May 10th, 2017
Still stuck on what to get the mom in your life for Mother's Day this weekend? Here are a few of the wishes on my list to get you inspired!
Apr 06th, 2017
CLICK THROUGH FOR DISCOUNT CODE. Can we chat for a moment about tall girl problems? I realize it seems like a petty complaint, but man, there are so many cute clothes in the world that just don't come close to working for my 5'11" frame. Pants land in all kinds of strange places, jumpers and rompers - ha! - you can imagine how well that goes, crop tops really become something closer to long bras... the struggle.
Mar 27th, 2017
That prideful will of ours? It will serve you and it will break you it. You will be its hostage as often as it will make you a hero. It is a wild and noble, terrible and destructive thing. It's the balance in you that will walk away from crippling shame and failure and turn right back to meet it the next day. It holds no weight and record of pain. It does not bruise or burn. The same core that allows you to risk crashing boldly into love a thousand times will also forget to remember the stove was hot when you touched it.