Grace

In my most cliché move yet, I’m now on the Whole30. If you aren’t familiar, the Whole30 is a 30-day elimination diet that cuts out everything that makes me who I am: sugar, dairy, grains, and alcohol (also legumes and soy, although those mean less to me). It’s popular with girls on Instagram and your…

In the last month or so, I’ve been having a quiet mental breakdown. I say “quiet” because it’s not like I’m falling apart. I’m waking up and exercising and getting my work done. I painted a wall in my living room the other day. I’m meal planning and taking Foxy on walks and meeting friends…

I recently took my car in for a major repair – one that required taking the engine apart, and then putting it all back together. I knew that it was going to cost a painful amount of money, so when the mechanic called to tell me that the clutch was shot, too, I lowered my…

These days, when asked about my love life (thanks, everyone!), my response has been, “I’m not focusing on finding the right person – I’m just trying to be the right person.” Good one, eh? Here’s the only trouble with that statement, romantically focused or not: who gets to define what the “right” person looks like? …

Well.  My mom said that yesterday’s post made her want to throw herself off a building. So there’s that. But on another note, I got some emails from people who were saying that they’ve been there, felt that, got the t-shirt.  Go figure – it seems that loneliness runs in the culture these days. Thank…

It feels strange to not be writing here. When I don’t write, I’m reminded that this blog was born out of a need in me, for myself, and not really for anyone else.  I can’t not write.  I think I have to, as a part of being the truest version of myself. But I haven’t…

These days, I am jolting from one crazy big thing to the next.  Many of these things are good, wonderful, amazing things.  I mean, I flew to Haiti for a week of snuggling babies and expanding my vision.  I wrote songs about Larabar and spent a weekend under the palm trees.  I bought a car…

“As long as I kept moving, my grief streamed out behind me like a swimmer’s long hair in water.  I knew the weight was there but it didn’t touch me.  Only when I stopped did the slick, dark stuff of it come floating around my face, catching my arms and throat till I began to…

I don’t always believe that Jesus loves me – even though the bible tells me so. Oh, I know that Jesus loves me – in a “whole world in his hands” kind of way.  But do I believe that he loves ME?  That he sees ME?  That seems impossible. It’s this thorn in my side,…

Let me just get it out: I feel like a terrible blogger these days. Okay, now I feel better. – – – – – – – – Saturday is the 6th annual Tomato Art Fest in East Nashville.  This is of note for 3 reasons: 1)    Sound the trumpets: I am making my triumphant return…