Magic in the Ordinary

From my perch on Momma’s bed, I can see the outside bush beginning to blossom. The small, pink buds collect raindrops, and I feel sorry for it almost. It will undoubtedly freeze once more before Spring truly greets us. All is still in the house, and I am reminded of those slow, still, sleepy mornings …

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 …

Soul Friend

Here's a fun fact for you--I have a freckle on my left eyeball. This fact is seemingly insignificant unless you know a certain claim I made as a fourteen year old girl. Falling into the not so uncommon category of insecure, shy, and awkward, I spent a good deal of my time in middle school …