Wound Care

While I was living in Ghana after college there was a line in a book that really spoke to me (An Imperfect Offering) that said "No scars, no stories, no life."  My body has its fair share of scars, the majority from a dog attack at a young age that left me with 32 stitches spread… Continue reading Wound Care

A Return to the Town Where Time Does Not Reside

“When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that… Continue reading A Return to the Town Where Time Does Not Reside

“Stop Watching Novelas and Do Something”

I think this is when most people give up on their stories. They come out of college wanting to change the world, wanting to get married, wanting to have kids and change the way people buy office supplies. But they get into the middle and discover it was harder than they thought. They can’t see… Continue reading “Stop Watching Novelas and Do Something”

Rainy Days and Fridays

Today is one of “those” days. I woke up this morning with sleepy eyes and the rain, and it hit me: I felt sad. I haven’t felt sad every day, I should note. But today, for some reason, I felt sad. And I felt lonely too. There are other people in the house and the… Continue reading Rainy Days and Fridays


Last Saturday I spent the day in Atlanta with my family as the first stop on our summer vacation. I got to plan that leg of the trip, so the history buff inside of me opted to do the Martin Luther King Jr. National Historic Site. And I think it turned out to be very… Continue reading ANSWERING CALLS…AND NOT THE PHONE KINDS

In a town where Time does not reside

When I make the turn from Highway 40 onto the narrow roads of State Road 39, before my feet hit the gravel of the driveway--I am home. The tall trees, bright green grass, blooming flowers, and red porch with its American flag. They are all so familiar, and so constant in my life of motion.… Continue reading In a town where Time does not reside