A De-Energized Writer, Halloween Protests, Guinea Pigs and Ketchup: Realities of Life After a Move

The day started like any other day this past month. That meant one thing: chaos. This is particularly hard for a schedule-loving writer who is in the middle of a three week writing competition. I had been doing great. The first two weeks of the competition were a breeze. I finished novella and short story … Continue reading A De-Energized Writer, Halloween Protests, Guinea Pigs and Ketchup: Realities of Life After a Move

The Girl Who Didn’t Believe In Heroes

There once was a girl who didn’t believe in heroes. While she mocked others for having them, she secretly longed for one. But she knew that no one could ever be her hero...no one cared enough to notice her. She was determined to be self-sufficient. She needed no one. Then the Great Darkness came and … Continue reading The Girl Who Didn’t Believe In Heroes

Helpless

I feel helpless a lot more than I wish. When I see someone I love struggling with the same things that I struggled with in the past (or still do), it’s easy to feel helpless. I can’t take their hurt away. I can’t rescue them. I can’t do anything to force their pain away. This … Continue reading Helpless

The Good Christian: lies that Christians believe

As Christians, it’s easy to fall into the trap that says we have to be perfect. It’s easy to believe that if we’re broken, God must be disappointed in us. When things like mental illness, pain, questions, etc. come up, it is easy to want to hide them because we think that GOOD Christians shouldn’t … Continue reading The Good Christian: lies that Christians believe

Marks of Hope

I thought it would get easier as time went by. But I’m still a freak show. Children point and whisper, a few even whimper and begin to cry. Sometimes people laugh and crack cruel jokes. Most just walk past quickly with their heads down and pretend not to have seen me. Everywhere I go, the store, the movies, church even, I’m an outcast – avoided and overlooked. I make people uncomfortable by the skin that I’m forced to live in every moment of every day.