an offering through the weight of my words.
For all the glory in my bones — and my storms, too. I write the soft things, the aching things, the necessary things, the bleeding things, the breathing things. This is my place of being. Storyteller | Archivist | Mother | Wife | Lineage Weaver
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Learning through life’s love stories and surrendering to the romance of being seen and being sovereign.
an ethical peek at my journal and inside of my mind. my space to house my musings about my lived experiences and bipolar disorder.
A first-time dad writes letters to his newborn son, Myles, every Monday, sharing the joy he didn't experience himself with the world. Inspired by Ta-Nehisi Coates' "Between the World and Me."
the place to be you, shame-free & beloved. when the human experience gets heavy, the place to be is your reminder, your mirror, that you are loved and you are enough as you are now