Writing as a Leap of Faith
With a breath, a deep leap of faith, I took a writing plunge with a handful of friends.
Safe Places
A gospel sermon about holding out hope stirred memories of safe spaces and the power of being seen. From childhood sanctuaries to high-school mentors, this reflection explores the quiet encouragement that stays with us—and what it means to offer that same sanctuary to others.
Breaking Up with Wallpaper: A Memory and a Trunk
I have this chunk of a memory.
I’ll take care what I store in it. I’ll spend a little more time repairing the lining, a yellow-velvet panel whose double-sided tape didn’t survive the decades. The repair gives me a chance to follow Mom’s hands through a task.
Cracking the Tradition: Southern Pecan Love
66 Years, 24,107 Days: A Birthday Reflection on Time and Numbers
No, I’m not “just a number.” I am many numbers and I am more than my numbers. And I don’t bemoan the numbers that identify and define me. I’m grateful because they center and ground me.
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