Dearest Parent, You were a little frazzled when I spotted you. I was sitting at my own high-top table at Chick-fil-A. I remember because I was just about to begin brainstorming for some new writing with my tea and nuggets. That's when the door was flung open and in you came, chasing a determined, energetic…
Dedicated to Brooklyn Baker. May God comfort you with every good thing until you see Chris again. “Today, you have a most important mission,” God said seriously, as He looked kindly into the angel’s eyes. He placed down His pen in the seam of the book. “Your job is to carry someone home.” The angel…
Dearest readers, "Let's just try!" The three most exhausting and terrifying words my husband tells me about every time we are at a sporting event. Or Disneyworld. Or a concert. Or a place with a VIP area. Or pretty much anywhere there is opportunity for a better view. PLEASE, God. Make me invisible. I got…
Dearest narrators, I like happy stories. They are so easy to narrate. I didn't write Mary Poppins, but I can narrate every event by saying that even when Mr. Banks was mean and dismissive to his children, it was because Mary Poppins needed to come in to save the family. All along, the author knew…
Dearest Readers, On April 9, 2019, I wrote one of the ugliest journal entries ever. I was the closest I had ever come to making the decision to share my writing, and then, it crept in. It always does. Shame. Shame loves to eat away at every motivating moment I have. Here is just an…
Dearest readers, haters who don't know me, It happens every time. I sit myself down at a restaurant, glaze over the menu for a few minutes, and come to my regular decision about what to order. As the waiter comes around, I avoid eye contact as to not be the first one to order. The…
