What to do when your story isn’t the one you want [and the YET in every story]

I’m drawn to the quiet lately. To the song of nature’s choir. The sermon of the moving trees. The early morning air of October touches my bare feet, and I pull them in closer beneath the quilt that covers the rest of me. My coffee steams and burns the already raw skin on the roof of …

On Suffering and Depression [and the lies we believe when we’re in the midst of a battle]

It felt like I didn’t breathe for several minutes as I stood there, my head dripping suds of shampoo. I slipped to the floor of the shower, hot water running down the top of my head and forming into little droplets on my eyelashes and nose. It mixed. The tears. The snot. The water. I …