Letter of Self-Compassion: Writer's Block
“There’s nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein.” This phrase is commonly attributed to Hemingway, but may have b…
Letters of Self-Compassion: Heaven
2015 was so full of transformations. I worked three different jobs, and my relationships were in a constant state of flux. It seemed like I was consta…
Letter of Self-Compassion: Hell
One of my earliest memories is of crying with my mom. When I was about five, it occurred to me that not everyone I loved was a Christian. My mom told…
An Introduction to a New Series: Letters of Self-Compassion
“Things you said about me, it hurt, it did. What matters more is how I feel about myself The things you said about me, I won’t forget What matters now…
Goodbye 2023
This past year has been…a lot to survive. It feels like I’ve done very little of what I once loved to do: writing and reading. In the midst of chaotic…
Non-toxic Positivity
I started blogging over a decade ago, and I’ve always written about my beliefs and how they’ve changed. In one of my early posts, "When the Heart…
The Rebellious Act of Listening to My Body
Today I did the dishes sitting down, across the course of a few hours, taking breaks between sittings. I did this because I’ve been trying to listen t…
Patreon and Substack Discounts
Every month, I make one paycheck through Patreon. This is to support me and my work as a writer. My number of supporters has fluctuated widely over t…
Beginning Again
I really appreciate every person that takes the time to visit my blog. It’s 2023, and there are thousands of posts and ads fighting for your attention…