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 …

Journey Alongside

Something about Spring's teasing charm reminds me of the blossoms on the bushes outside my college apartment building. In my memories, I can feel the warmth of the asphalt on my bare feet, heading to the soccer field to study. And in remembering, I realize that small parts of me are held by those people …

Muffin Monday

The house is empty this morning. A silent sanctuary for my thoughts. I am blessed enough to be able to stand barefoot in my kitchen and bake. Toes freeze against the cold, tile floor. Etta James provides a melody to which my hips sway. I am reflecting on a period of my life that has come and …