House on the Rock

Mom,I can’t believe this week marks one year since you went home.I still resist the desperate urge to call you on the phone.Except we both know I’d never actually call,because you hated phone calls more… Read more

It was another tight-lipped election day in the land of the free and home of the brave. “I Voted” stickers littered lobbies like confetti while we longed for the day to be over already. We… Read more

Ever since I first started trying to write consistently, there’s been a trend: almost zero words are produced from the end of September to the end of October. It’s never a deliberate decision, just a… Read more

Disclaimer: this is an adapted version of a previous blog post written on my no-longer-active former site. It is a wimpy attempt at the “new era of blogging, baby.” Sorry if you’ve read it already… Read more

We got to share a meal last night with the Newells — a measly attempt at expressing our gratitude through Italian House lasagna — and it felt like a family reunion. The sweetest gathering of… Read more

My last post ended with the phrase, “It’s a new era of blogging, baby.” Which, I suppose, means I should do something different than I’ve done before. I don’t want to stay stuck in suffering… Read more

Prior to my past two weeks of writing, it had been over a month since I posted last. Part of that was due to the ever-chaotic start of school coupled with swim lessons and doctor’s… Read more

This past week was brutally, brutally hard. The ache for my mom was almost stronger than it’s ever been before. I felt desperate to call her, hug her, and tell her what an amazing mom… Read more

All summer long, Joe and I attended an 11-week intensive Biblical training course. Every Monday from 9 AM to 9 PM, we sat in the arctic upper room of Lafayette’s Northend Community Center. We heard… Read more