“You can run around and try to get others to notice your light, all the while causing your flame to flicker and waver.  Or you can simply shine, simply be. You can become a flame of such brightness and ferocity that others cannot help but come and investigate.”

I write my story not because it is better or more important than anyone else’s story.  I write my story with the hope others will remember their story. I hope they will remember it matters.  The pain, heartache, and all their sad chapters can still be sewn into a beautiful book with an incredible ending. After all, everyone has a story that counts.

Start Again…With Kindness: Guest Writer Nicole VanHaren

Sometimes the only thing you can do is let go and embrace new beginnings. Too often life gets way to hard, overly complicated, dramatic, and just plain messy. Is it possible to start over and not feel like you’re starting at square one? The past few years have been...
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4 am

4 am The pause Pitch black Eerie silent Darkest hour And no one moves Or feels Or hears Or sees It is a hidden hour A time to turn away Too bleak Too black Without soul Utterly exposing Is it strange? So very peculiar? How much I love you, 4 am? Your silence Crisp,...
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Very Human

I'm a crumbly little thing A recipe missing a key ingredient Stumbling Fumbling Clumsy and foolish But I know Later in the silence In the midnight hour Reviewing Filtering Like a photo Editing Like an essay Cringing at that "one thing" That one moment That one...
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If I hear God loves LGBT but not their sin one more time…

Someone posted a comment on another article of my blog correcting my many paths to God idea. I’ve dealt with enough one sided conversations to know when there’s an agenda but it was this sentiment: God loves LGBT people, so that's not an issue. He doesn't love their...
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The Unexceptional Pit Stop

I'm in a pause in life that can best be described as The Great Disappointment. As an avid movie watcher it makes me think of a struggling character, crossing a vast desert, cresting the final hill, hearing the sound of water (and ahhh...they can almost taste it on...
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Dirty Words

For the longest time, as someone raised inside a faith based system, there were all these words labeled as "dirty." It wasn't said outright, but definitely implied, and met with a proverbial slap of the hand. If you were spiritual enough you understood the code and...
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How the Villain is Made

The villain is not made In darkness and shadow But in light, stark and burning From the angel, the saint, the hero Fallen stars, all And we among them The one day our tongue lashed The one day we snapped The one day we bled Forget the masterpiece We got human on it...
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The Way of the South: Teaser

An instant scowl formed on his face and he pulled her chin upward, jutting it toward the sky in an awkward angle. "What is that?" Sienna couldn't answer, her jaw was locked closed in his large hand. He released his hold on her chin only to pull her toward a patch of...
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The Way of the South: Chapter One

Wasteland Daughter ~ Sienna Southern Kingdom of Ivere, 7369, late winter Of course the wasteland daughter knew who she was: she was nobody. It was the type of fact that one never forgot. Life had split her open neck to navel, removed every substantial part of her, and...
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The Way of the South: Synopsis

The Northern plague brought chaos and death that forever changed the landscape of Ivere. Decades later the South is reborn and Lord Darius holds the women of the land under the heel of his boot. War is brewing and the North is sending spies into the South. They are on...
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