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Faith is meant to anchor us – not trap us. Yet many of us learned, quietly, to confuse fear with faith. To mistake endurance for holiness. To believe that staying – no matter the cost – was proof of character. So we pray harder. We wait longer. We explain away what hurts. Maybe I just…
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We are often taught that endurance is a virtue. That patience is strength. That silence keeps the peace. But there is a line – quiet, often overlooked – where endurance stops being noble and starts becoming self-erasure. When love requires you to shrink. When harmony exists only because you stopped speaking. When “being the bigger…
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What’s the point of being a good person – when goodness is met with indifference? Imagine staying up late, long after your partner should have been home, just to know they’re safe – while your calls go unanswered. Imagine knowing about betrayals and choosing silence because every conversation turns into conflict. Imagine not being heard.…
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“…if only people truly knew you.” I heard that sentence once, and it made me pause. Not upset. Not angry. Not defensive. Just… paused. I know I’m sweet and kind and all kinds of beautiful. I also know – if I’m being honest – that I have mean streaks. They’re not always visible. They’re not…
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Some mornings, I don’t want to sleep – I just want to stay in bed. Not from tiredness. From weight. But I get up anyway. Because motherhood doesn’t pause for feelings. Today, I dragged myself up, made breakfast, packed lunch bags, and for a moment I felt proud. Then the thought crept in: this beautiful…
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“Have you ever tried doing anything with a child?” I heard that line in church and tried really hard not to burst out laughing – because I have. Many times. Before having my own child and even more so after. And I can tell you for a fact: you need a whole lot of love…
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Love is beautiful. It’s a common saying, but it’s true. I find myself listening to Love by Kirk Franklin, smiling… chuckling even, just thinking about it. I’ve been loved. I know what it feels like – and it’s strange that I can’t quite put it into words. Love is friendship. Love is partnership. It’s that…
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I love my circle. The community I find myself in right now, I’m truly loving it. For a while, I lived with two separate worlds. There was family: in-laws, nieces, the people tied to me by name and history. And then there were friends: mostly my partner’s friends who slowly became mine. Slowly… because the…
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A broken heart is a real thing. I think that’s what I felt – or maybe what I feel still. A few minutes ago, at least. I’m not sure why I felt that, because I was in a happy space. Isn’t a negative feeling usually tied to a negative occurrence? I was putting my little…
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I recall lying on a hospital bed in the year 2020, wires all around me. Blood transfusing on the left, saline on the right. A catheter in place. Heat pads everywhere. Helpless as a baby, with loved ones hovering close, trying – poorly – to hide their fears. I recall three acts. My mom resorted…
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