Dear Tori, It has been three hundred and sixty-five days. And it’s weird, because I lived twenty-six years without ever knowing you, but this one year that followed a mere two years of friendship, has felt like a lifetime. I guess that’s what happens when someone impacts your life so profoundly. Even now, barely fifty … More Dear Tori.
Driving down the road tonight left me thinking about how beautiful Charlotte is. I never wanted to live in a city; I’m still holding out for my someday house on several acres of land with thousands of stars shining brightly above me each night. But in those few peaceful minutes while riding down highway 74, I realized … More Awaiting Dawn
Dear Aunt Leisa, It’s been too long. I look at the calendar and my heart hurts figuring out when the last time was that we talked. I loved listening to your stories; your quirky, crackled laugh. Has it really been that long? Does time really keep moving, despite the brokenness left behind? How is it possible … More An Unsent Letter