The Feed

I woke up praying today, the words already on my lips. Some days are like that. The holiness of it all finds me before my feet find the...

Some days are breadcrumb days- the kind of days where you wake up and say, “God, please lean a little closer in a not so subtle way...

I wish I could tell my friends it will never happen to you. This gut-wrenching marriage-ending world-burning pain, it will never happen...

I was riding the 1 train. I was running late for work. I was worried about the numbers- would we have enough? Would people show up? Would...

Certainly in late night giggles- the kind that are impossible to stop, in colorful macaroons, thunderstorms and most always, in the wind....

This morning New York froze over- a sheet of ice blanketed the city, reminding us what cold feels like. Yesterday Russia invaded Ukraine-...

What if I turned my face up towards the sun and said yes please to whipped cream and kept watching when netflix asked and pulled out a...

For Colleyville I’ve heard that the reason birds sing in the morning is to say to one another I made it through the night. I guess that’s...

We are driving through the hills of Georgia dreaming about owning an A-frame and what we might name our kids one day and if we can cook...

Do you think the River, as she travels, says hello to every rock and tree? Do you think she small-talks with the fish, fussing over how...

This morning I opened the window. It was arguably too cold for that kind of reckless window opening, but I couldn’t help it. Winter is so...

Isn't it amazing how grief and joy can braid themselves together? Like water in tide pools at the beach, the water keeps coming and the...