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The Porch
The Gift of a Detour
It was the evening of Thursday, July 2nd, and the beginning of what was supposed to be a weeklong little adventure in Spain. Our suitcases were half-packed, I had already sifted through clean and dirty clothes spread across my side of the closet floor, and I was filled with the excitement of leaving the next day. We had spent months looking forward to this trip. Philip's daughter was graduating from a 12-month music program in Valencia, Spain, and it felt meaningful that both
Jul 134 min read
Coming Home to Now: God in Whatever This Is
The other night, I went to my longtime friend Lauren’s 40th birthday celebration at Marty B’s in Bartonville. It was a warm, lively...
Jun 24, 20253 min read
The Porch I Built for the Girl I Used to Be
At first, the porch was just an escape. Not a real place, but a mental getaway I’d retreat to when the noise got too loud, the shame too...
Jun 3, 20251 min read
Welcome to the Porch
Honoring the slow, sacred unfolding of self. I’m giving my safe space a shape beyond my mind, one I can return to often and pour into...
Jun 2, 20252 min read
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