"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." – Maya Angelou
We are still facing dual pandemics as I write this days before the 2020 presidential election cutoff. COVID-19 is gearing up for another strike and racism isn't slowing down either. Both are killing Americans. And both are keeping people isolated, broken, and unwell. I am no longer in the classroom, in the literal sense of... Continue Reading →
For some, including me, the end of the calendar year brings a lot of reminders of how much pain we're experiencing. Gathering with family can reopen a lot of old wounds. Not gathering with family can cause heartache too. The list of reasons to be grieving is long... I could sense in myself the dread... Continue Reading →
Summer came and went, and I was able to read again with more diligence and less exhaustion. I absolutely relish the chance to get lost in a story, and I'm so grateful for a season that slows down enough for me to read more. I went to an amazing conference in Grand Rapids, Michigan in... Continue Reading →
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