I almost never blog anymore, but I always blog in airports, and that's where I am right now. Yesterday would have been my mother's 64th birthday. It's been two years since she passed. She'll never meet my boyfriend. She'll never see me finish my masters or have a real job. She'll never visit me in …
I went home last week. I was there for a week. I adventured from LA to Mammoth, through Death Valley to Las Vegas, and as I always do when I travel, I didn't relax at all. But, this time I brought someone home with me. My boyfriend and I flew on an airplane, and he …
I moved to Florence and inadvertently claimed the Ark as my church. The Ark is a lighthouse to this area. Lighthouses tend to follow me (or lead me?) wherever I go. The college I went to uses a lighthouse as its symbol. The church I went to in Mammoth was called Lighthouse and is a …
Continue reading Blogging Everyday in July|A Poem for a Pastor
You may be unaware of this, but I have been unintentionally angry with God for quite some time now. I'm not sure when it started. It's kind of like he's that friend that you want to be mad at, and then he does something wonderful and you're like, oh right, you're actually great, I'm just …
Of course I wrote a blog in an airport. Florence, I'm coming home to you, and I'm staying there. Screw you mountains and cool air.
To the stranger next to me: I would say "Why do they say this is our home, If only for the next five hours? This is not home Some of us may be flying to Some may be flying from But I do neither As I'm not yet sure where my home is." Instead I …
Yesterday morning my best friend dropped me off at the airport in San Francisco so I could board a plane to Ireland. Well, I've flown out of the country before, and I've flown by myself before, but I've never flown out of the country by myself before. Needless to say, I embarked on an adventure. …
Just like the caged bird remembers its freedom This freed bird remembers its cage It remembers the locked door The key thrown away It's hard to come close Because it doesn't want to be locked up anymore It remembers falling when it learned to fly It remembers its song, its cry But that chain came …
His joy is your strength And he takes joy in you In the things that you do So remember that In your weakness His smile shines down on you Like sunshine on your face Even when your back is turned He sees you He looks at you with loving eyes He laughs as you dance …
Read this, because I'm proud of it. Or call me and I'll read it to you.
