When Your Heart Is In Two Different Places

It is the eve before I set off again. Destination: Nashville. My heart swells at the sweet thought of familiar arms wrapping around me and of brick walls that have now become home. I am also deeply sad. My eyes burn as I think of the faces and hearts I love in my hometown, the [...]

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I Paint My Nails Now

I always hid my hands growing up. In my pockets, under my legs, folded together in front of me. Behind closed doors, I'd stare at them, my heart heavy with disappointment. They were small, short, stubby fingers, wide palms, extra cushioning. I never wore jewelry, never put my hands in plain view, and never painted [...]

Fathers, Fishing Lines, and Patience

We pulled up in a big pick up truck to the edge of Lake Lahottan. I had La Croix in one hand, and sunscreen in the other, determined that my first time fishing (that I'd remember) would be successful. My dad and step mom got out of the truck, and we lugged our camp chairs [...]

To The Man of Honor

To the kind, tenderhearted guy who is gentle with the ladies around him, your strength is needed. To the guy who grabs the heavy thing, takes the gross garbage out of our hands, and makes sure that we get home at night okay, your valiance is appreciated. To the guy who calls out beauty, you [...]