For the Twenty Somethings // PT I

A golden birthday. Lines of song about life turning this story gold. Vast layers of thoughts, emotions, classic uncovering of the design within, all combining to form a weight of living. Some days it’s too much for one story to take in. Welcome to my ramblings on the whole twenty somethings phase and growing up….

The Parade, Pumpkin Pie, and Partying with the Gilmores.

What screams November and almost the holidays? Pumpkin Pie loaded with whipped cream mountains. Reruns of Gilmore Girls with heartwarming characters, loveable in their flaws. Brooke Fraser’s Brutal Romantic soundscape, the Hunger Games soundtracks. And for years, the Thanksgiving Day Parade, with my favorite characters, actresses, and singers. However this year, I no longer crawled…

P.S. You’re Enough

As we head into this Christmas season, this Advent time of waiting, this almost-but-not-yet the sparkling new year, will you join me? Will you write down those dreams, dare to make a vision for your wildest and most creative hopes? Because the world needs more of us doing what makes us and our stories most alive.

HOPE IS THE ANTHEM // Thanksgiving 2016

GRATEFUL || Gratitude reflections in the midst of the heaviness, the brokenness, the grey. For the first snow magic. It’s the Saturday before Thanksgiving. Christmas decorations, Campus Christmas magic arrived overnight. Twirling holiday decorations in shades of calming blue hang overhead. The strains of every variety of music celebrating the most wonderful time of the…

The Grind {Coffeeshop Saturdays}

It’s a rain soaked, everything getting drizzled on kind of a Wednesday. The routines are setting in hard and fast, and everyone around me, both in college and not, are in that overwhelming stage. You know the one, where sleep becomes more optional, where the workloads and expectations rise, where summer is behind us and…

We’ll Tell The Stories.

Someday we’ll flashback Glance over our shoulder like we’re looking at The scenes that unfolded in now-sentimental glory The ways we laughed, cried, got frustrated, hoped boldly These nights running down the main streets Of this tiny downtown concrete under our feet Not exactly sure where this path leads But we’ll explore it, though not…