Why I Drag My God Everywhere—Even to the Gas Station

Let’s be honest—faith isn’t always tidy or poetic. It’s raw, human, and sometimes awkward. Juliet…

A Letter from a Wounded Heart

Dear Boy, I don’t even know how to feel about you anymore. There was a…

And to the Woman of Kabila – Really?

A Home Built on Love, Destroyed by Betrayal Meg, today I speak directly to you—from…

Because I Am Beautiful

Thanks to You, Beautiful and Awesome One So, if you carry the signature, we all…

Men, Women, Girls, Mirrors, and the Rear — The Great Gender Divide

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but checking and shaking the rear is…

GIVE ME FLOWERS now -Not when am gone-Thanks you

Reflections on "Tell Me I'm Beautiful": A Heart's Homecoming-Oh, how this piece stirred and refreshed…

Oh Happy Day — It Is a Girl!

There are moments in life when time pauses—when every sound fades, every worry melts, and…

Welcome to the 6th Floor — Who Let Me In?

I woke up at 4:30 a.m. with a start, unsure if I’d overslept—or just overshot…