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Category: Writing

The Parts of Us That We’ve Forgotten

I continue my time of rest from a place my family has returned to almost every summer since I was 15 years old. This place, oh this place. I got to thinking as I was walking on the familiar beach path a few days ago that I’ve walked that path as many different girls: a teenage girl, a college girl, a girl in love, a heartbroken girl, a confused, sad, joyful and excited girl. A girl arm and arm with her mom, her dad, her best friends and her sisters. No matter who happened to show up as me…

The Parts of Us That We've Forgotten

I continue my time of rest from a place my family has returned to almost every summer since I was 15 years old. This place, oh this place. I got to thinking as I was walking on the familiar beach path a few days ago that I’ve walked that path as many different girls: a teenage girl, a college girl, a girl in love, a heartbroken girl, a confused, sad, joyful and excited girl. A girl arm and arm with her mom, her dad, her best friends and her sisters. No matter who happened to show up as me…

And He Will Make Your Paths Straight

My fourth summer in Nashville and I’m still not accustomed to it—the fast and furious rain storms that interrupt your day in the rudest way and leave you, just as suddenly as they came, walking along steamy pavement. This girl from the desert of south Texas is still surprised that rain in the summer even happens. I watched a downpour like this the other day from the safety of my living room. People were on the street one minute and then nowhere to be seen the next. They had wisely run for cover. This particular rain was the…

A War with Many Battles

Believing in the worth of your craft is a war that sees many battles, and this blog is a field dotted with white flags. There was a time I posted here regularly. From 2008 to the end of 2011, I visited this space and typed words and hit publish. It was a habit. But in the last few years I’ve come here less and less. Instead of a post a week, it became one every few weeks, then every couple of months and by now I have all but puttered out completely. Words are important to me and I…