"They punish their women for what sounds like male weakness to me" (121). ~The Immortal Crown by Richelle Mead Growing up, I was given the impression that "Feminism" was a dirty word. I'm not sure that was my mother's intention, but it was the consequence. I think part of that was an extremely conservative reading…Read more What Being a Feminist Means to Me
Five months ago, I made the biggest (to date) move of my life. I went from the cold mountains of Utah to the hot swamps of Louisiana. Two weeks ago, I returned home to the cold mountains of Utah for a 3 week long holiday visit. Most people ask, Can one ever really go home…Read more Coming home again
Lately, it seems as though one great pastor is contradicting another great pastor, and they both are contradicting my Christian therapist who is being contradicted by the great Oswald Chambers who is just brutal sometimes, and brutally honest can be good but is he right? Then there's the Bible, you know the actual word of God?…Read more It’s Okay Not to be Okay, But . . .
Even before my eyes were fully unglued, before I dragged my tired butt out of bed, I prayed. I prayed because the night before I had cried myself to sleep yet again. Not just a silent tear that accidentally slips out, no, sobbing, the cathartic tears of a heart that hurts. A heart that is…Read more I have pretty makeup on today, so I can’t cry
1 year. I have hit a very important (to me) 1 year anniversary, but I have no one to share it with. My church here doesn't know my story. My church back home is so far away. And my non-church friends here or there probably would not understand the importance of this time to me;…Read more 1 Year (my testimony #2)
It has been 3 months and 10 days since my last blog entry. In that time, some pretty significant changes have happened in my life. The biggest being my move move from desert Utah to swampy Louisiana. With that move, life changes were bound to take place. The move, the changes were so much smoother…Read more Am I Too Scarred to be Happy?
Why do you write? Why do I write? My entire life my writing has been centered around my pain. The diaries little girls keep locked up tight under their pillow fearful that mom will find it while "putting away laundry". The journals that young women take on after they have forsaken the childish key lock…Read more Leaving the nest with tears and trepidation