I recently attended the 20th Annual Trichotillomania Learning Conference in Newark, NJ. This post details my reflections on the conference, as well as my own personal journey of recovery from pulling my hair for the past 23 years. If you have trich and are reading this, know you are not alone, you are beautiful, and have nothing to be ashamed of!Read More
Sometimes I wish I didn't need spreadsheets and checklists. I wish I could just "be." Why am I so concerned with every thought in my head being just right... with every plan being carried out meticulously? But then I never follow through as I plan and it makes me feel like a failure.
If I only I provided myself with as much grace as Jesus already has... then I could possibly breathe a little easier and just follow Him without the baggage of constantly having to be “on.”Read More
This post is not meant to be an opinion piece. It’s not meant to have any answers. It’s an honest call for discussion. My Libra brain is constantly leaning from one side to another. I saw a Muslim woman walking near Syracuse University the other day and she was completely covered except for her eyes. A few miles away at the mall is an 18 year old girl dressed in shorts that are as good as underwear, butt cheeks almost hanging out, and tight tiny tank-top. I feel bad for both of these women. My immediate reaction is that each one is dressing the way she thinks men in her culture want her to dress. But then I thought about it a little more... one is trying not to be noticed yet it’s making people notice her more, and the other one is trying hard to be noticed and in the end, she looks like all the other girls around her so she will probably go unnoticed.
So which is it?Read More
Last night, I had yet another “I met Eddie Vedder” dream. It was weird, like reality within a dream. I kept trying to prove how I wasn’t dreaming, and I actually had met Eddie Vedder. In the dream, I shook his hand, said thank you for the music, told him how Pearl Jam helped me meet my husband, and how, to me, “Given to Fly,” was a spiritual song.
When I woke up this morning, with the dream pretty much forgotten, I skimmed a few blog posts. They started getting me thinking about why I want to write and what I’m working towards with my life. (Stick with me here, I’m going to try and connect this all…)Read More