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The Cost of Staying in the Car
I wrote before about being a light I didn’t ask for, about the exhaustion of being seen when you’d rather be invisible, about the tension between stewardship of whatever God has given you and the very human need to occasionally stop being perceived by anyone. What I didn’t write about is what hiding costs. My…
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Fully Seen
She pulled the album from a shelf the way people retrieve things they’ve been waiting to show someone. Not casually, not incidentally, but with the deliberateness of someone who has kept something safe for a long time and finally found the right audience. My grandmother had been a Vegas showgirl. I didn’t know this until…
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Meet The Alchemist
I read more than is probably reasonable and keep trying to fit one more bookshelf into my living room. It’s a battle I’ve mostly accepted.
I ended up becoming the family’s “black sheep” who pursued medicine instead of the arts everyone in my family seemed to wander into. Somewhere between pharmacology and theology, I found myself gathering more degrees than I intended. “The Alchemist Chronicles” acknowledges the lineage: those of us who measure powders as heirs to medieval practitioners who eventually became known as “pharmacists.”
I live what I consider an abundantly vibrant life. I’m told that If an exclamation point was a person, it would be me. I dance, teach, draw, lift, explore, play, and regularly disappear into a Dungeons & Dragon campaign. If there’s a hobby that exists, chances are I tried it at some point. At home, I have a pet snake named Tiamat and I’m a single mom to a brainy kiddo I’m profoundly proud of. My heart is full, as is my plate.
My aim is simply to leave a record of where I have been, what I have noticed, and why it mattered to me. If that resonates with you as well– welcome to this corner of the internet.
