House on the Rock

To conclude National Poetry Month, I joined my Creative Writing class in crafting an abecedarian acrostic — a unique pattern of poetry in which the first letter of every line follows the order of the… Read more

December 1. December 1. That was the date playing over and over in my head. I’ll take a pregnancy test on December 1.  My period was several weeks late, but I was no stranger to disappointment in the… Read more

(Couldn’t pass up an opportunity to indulge some National Poetry Month shenanigans. I bring to you: an epistolary poem) 🙂 Mom, I looked into the cabinets of my classroom yesterday. I found craft supplies you… Read more

The recap is over. Tracing back over journal entries and digging deep into the recesses of my memory has brought us to now, where I’m no longer recounting days past but reporting on the present.… Read more

I’m not ready to write about this one yet. Not really, anyway. Recapping this journey from August 8 to November 2 has felt almost like a self-enforced mandate — I don’t want to let myself… Read more

Another fall break had come and gone. While driving west on 32, I noticed the most resplendent displays of golden-orange foliage that fell like confetti in the autumn breeze. It led me to reflect on last year’s… Read more

I love the quote by JC Ryle that says “friendship halves our sorrows and doubles our joys.” During a time when it felt like our sorrows were quadrupling, God surrounded us with the most incredible… Read more

Normally in those days, Mom would enjoy a deep and restful slumber, but as soon as someone would begin talking to her or holding her hand, she’d slowly wake up. Things were different on that… Read more

For a long time, I would reflect on my season of engagement and remember the stress. There was sweetness, of course. But also constant list-making, errand-running, and the hectic non-stopness that comes with leaving and… Read more