A dramatic retelling of a hormonal haunting. Let me set the scene. Itās 2AM. My husband is snoring like a buzzsaw beside me, Samuel the cat is perched on my chest making biscuits like heās kneading out my sanity, and Iām staring into the cold blue light of my phone screen whispering: āIs this menopause …
Continue reading I Googled āIs This Menopause or Possession?ā at 2AM
Let me set the scene. I was on the couch ā not in a cute, cozy, Hallmark-movie way, but more like mid-scroll potato mode. My hair was doing its own thing (bless her), my motivation had taken a personal day, and my mental state could best be described as āif a sigh were a person.ā …
Continue reading š āYes, These Shoes Saved My Sanityā: When Shallow Is Actually Soul-Care
Iāll be honestāwhen the sermon started, I was watching the livestream more out of habit than hunger. I was traveling, sitting cross-legged in the truck seat with my pink glasses slowly but surely sliding down my nose, coffee in hand, and already half-distracted by all of the bumps in the road. Then the pastor opened …
Continue reading āļøThe Sermon Wasnāt for Me (Until It Was)
Because the glow-up didnāt stop at 40 ā it just got better lighting, better snacks, and better boundaries. Back in my early 30s, I was deep in the trenches. The diaper bags were packed, the car seats were installed, and I was basically fueled by goldfish crackers and caffeine. I had mastered survival mode, but …
Continue reading āØMiddle-Aged Magic: What I Know Now That I Didn’t at 35
Last night I tossed, I turned, I flipped my pillow to the cool side, and when sleep refused to show up, I did what any rational adult would doāI went straight to the internet. Because nothing says peaceful bedtime routine like asking Google the kinds of questions that make your FBI agent rub his temples. …
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YāALL. It took forever for the first day of fall. I donāt know what the calendar says up north, but here in Florida, itās still summer's stubborn little sister. No matter the temperature though the candles are lit, and my cart (physical and digital) is overflowing with things I absolutely do not needā¦ and absolutely …
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A devotional for the overly expressive and spiritually committed Listen, I love the Lord with all my heart. Iāve been saved, sanctified, and personally baptized in a church where the fans had scripture on one side and Sister Louise's biscuit recipe on the back. I know the Word, I try to walk in grace, and …
Continue reading My Faith is Strongā¦ But So Is My Side Eye
Some people have wine cellars. Some people have a color-coded planner collection. Me? I have the Hallmark Channel. Yes, I said it. Iām that girl who watches Christmas movies in June, cries happy tears over small-town tree lightings in August, and believes that everyone secretly wants to marry the guy who owns the struggling bakery. …
Continue reading š¬A Year-Round Hallmark Habit (And Why Iām Not Ashamed)
Accidental Life Lesson #9: Be the Reason Someone Rethinks Crying in Public It was a Tuesday. Not a bad Tuesday, necessarily. Just one of those days that feels like itās wearing the wrong pants. You know the kindāwhen your coffee tastes weird, your hair cowlick is really cowlicking, and everything you attempt feels like it …
Continue reading š¼A Random Compliment Saved My Entire Tuesday
Iām going to be honest here. Iām angry. Yes, Iām sad. Yes, my heart breaks for Charlie Kirkās family, his friends, and every person who admired the fire in his voice. But underneath that sadness is something else...anger. Not the kind that eats you alive, but the kind that wakes you up. Because Charlieās voice …
Continue reading When Bold Voices Awaken More Voices: My Reflections After Charlie Kirkās Death
Honey without Flowers 