The Women in the Other Room

This past week, my mom and I went on a road trip down to Chapel Hill, North Carolina. She is oh so sweet to drive all of those miles to let me see my friends as I went between reading and, truly mostly, sleeping on the five hour drive down. We arrived on a rainy…

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Hopeless, not Homeless

It's really tough to be happy all of the time, and to always put on a smile. It isn't easy to try to please everyone, especially not when the circumstances are oh so difficult. To feel the fear, and to sit with it is not an easy thing; to be a full time student and…

Sprinkles: On Conquering Fear Foods

The other day, some friends and I went to a frozen yogurt place in Chapel Hill, such a lovely place. It's a quintessential shop in town on Franklin street, and I was excited. I hadn't seen these sweet friends from summer camp in a very long time, one in years since we were little girl…

What I Want to Be When I Grow Up…

This question of what I want to be when I grow up has lingered for a long time, ruminating in my anxious, food consumed brain. I remember being asked that when I was a little girl and having lots of answers: a missionary, a teacher, a ladybug (oh dear!), and oh so much more; these…

Mimi’s Book List

I love reading, like if reading was a job, I would love to share with you some of my favorite books and ones I want to read as well! If you're ever wondering what book I have my nose in as I walk around campus or see me cuddled up with a cup of tea…

Color the Margins

These past few days, sickness has reared its ugly face upon me. Viruses and sinus infections cycle throughout my body as if they're the best of friends working together to bring me down. One of my first few thoughts upon getting sick was figuring out how to make my sickness conform to my planner and…

A Bud to Bloom

Dry lips, parched for more than the refreshment of water. Running along and falling into others' arms; learning to lean and do so deeply into others. Mm. Cozy blankets and twinkle lights give the fragrance of sweetness; looking frantically for the perfect essential oil called peace, that which I long to taste not simply the…

An Uncomely Man

There was a teaching at my ministry yesterday. My professor was speaking and sharing, a wise man who shares in a way that is a gift to this world, or at least to me. He talked about Jesus in the margins, a God who comes close to the broken. In theory, this is what I…