Just this morning, I walked up to the alcove above the coffee shop, where our humble community gathers for worship every week to wheel barrows and spades strewn across the floor

I’m not entirely sure the first time I realized I was comparing myself against the apostle Paul, but I have been. Driving home from work today, weary from the drama which comes as a side effect of working in a residential home for young women, I was comparing myself to Paul.

I have no idea what it’s like to have cancer. I’ve been really sick before but never the kind where you don’t get better eventually.

Currently I’m on day 1 of officially going back to college.

I got rear-ended Saturday. Sitting on the exit ramp off of Ellington and Douglas, waiting for my turn to well…er, turn, some guy spun off the interstate and just so happened to ding me of all people

We sat in the quiet restaurant off a side street in Paris. Despite being the dead of winter, the night was sticky. Maybe it was the slight ting of smog covering the city or the crowds causing the stick.

I would love to go back and tap myself on the shoulder to whisper, ‘ya know, creative people save lives too.’

When I first moved to Nashville, I bought a bunch of clothes off Poshmark, an online thrifting site. I bought wide-leg fringe jeans, a cropped hoodie, new sneakers -- things I thought would help me feel like I belonged in this new place where I lived.