I’ve been thinking about this article all week. It popped up in my Twitter feed on Tuesday afternoon, and I have to tell you that I wondered if Bunmi broke… Read more creating a village life (in 2014) →
I barely have the experience to speak with any sort of authority here, let’s get that out of the way now. Think of me as a slightly older sister, sitting across… Read more a letter to graduating seniors →
It’s been a while, and I’ve missed doing these posts. In many ways, they serve as a reminder for me of how I’ve grown, what I’ve learned, and ways I’ve… Read more it’s back: what i’m listening to, watching, and reading | february →
It’s December 17th, we are right in the season of Advent, and I can’t recall a time I have longed for Jesus so badly. This week has been nothing short of longing. Longing for hope, peace, and anything that remotely resembles joy. And this is just my little life. One of my friends had her heart ripped out of her chest on Tuesday morning, discovering that the little boy she thought was going to be hers was in fact not anymore. They call it adoption reversal, which sounds like a… Read more longing and begging →
In my short 16 weeks of pregnancy, I have gained a little insight and perspective into the danger and beauty of spoken word. Words can encourage, brighten, make light, and speak truth. Words hold the power to make people laugh, pee their pants, and slap their knees. But words can also be… not-so-good. Most are well-intentioned, just not thought through. Allow me to give you a short, compiled list of things that have either been said to me (or a woman I know) during pregnancy, and we’re all thinking, “Hmm. I could’ve… Read more things to say (and things to not) →
My husband is not enough. My friends, nope, they are not enough. My mother, she is not enough. My father, he is not enough. My brother, he is not enough. My coworkers are not enough. My students, daggonit, they are not enough. None of us are enough. We want people to be enough. We wear them out, force them into roles they were not meant to play, beg them to be playdough in our hands–shaping them into the exact people, leaders, spouses, friends we hope and dream them to become. But, I… Read more we are not enough. →
This has been a constant theme in my life and the way I see people. How comforting that we are more than our flesh portrays.
I’m writing this because I’m always asked how I became so strong and immune to the criticism. The answer is that I am strong, but I’m not immune. It hurts. Even though I know that “it’s not about me” or “some people are projecting” – it still hurts. I’m human. This morning, CNN ran a special on Brené Brown’s research of authenticity, shame, and risk-taking. And out came the anonymous, angry commenters. I know it’s a part of the internet, but the lack of accountability that goes with harsh words through… Read more why i love Brené Brown. →