i thought about her a lot those days, what she would think if she knew. all night i wanted her in my lap, her hair against my cheek, wondered what i was to do without her. where she would be for two years when she wasn't asleep in my arms, the runny-nosed gooiness of her. i wanted to wrap her in song, a lofty, lilting melody. lullabies for days and days on end. food that was good words that were nourishing, and perhaps a coat that fit and sheltered. although, i knew, nothing i did. not a single. damn. thing. not a single thing i did could shelter her, not really. | #mywriting
key and i are just making a little personal announcement. i am sooo lucky to have the opportunity to start my masters in counseling at smu in one of my favorite cities in the world.
we are so sad we will be living long-distance but we know our love is so much stronger than miles.
it's been difficult for me to write lately. so much is churning in my head & in my heart. i have spent the past 2 years in my hometown learning about love and intimacy and joy. i have had my heart broken and refilled too many times to count. i am so thankful to the men who shattered my soul and made me look at my own darkness (one in particular who is featured in this piece & so many others). i am in awe of the women who showed me how to walk towards the light - thank you. it's blowing my mind to imagine building a life (physically) away from this one i cherish so much - but, as women, as people, i know we are built from stardust and are meant to rise from ash. #dallasbound#heartbreak#joy#rebirth#love#friendship#intimacy#love#relationships
i wrote to her, i feel airless. like a piece of receipt paper stuck on the heel of a shoe that floats down a pristine stairwell and i cannot bother to retrieve it. what of such moments, i said, to the biting trees and punchy wind. the slow-purpling afternoon scowled back at me, handsome in his way, like all dangerous men are. | #mywriting#sunday#melancholy#love
spirit, lead me where my trust is without borders. let me walk upon the water, wherever You would call me.
and thank you, thank you to @danabmc79 and @blockhouse_greenville for making mine and the babes' friday so so special
you eat bologna on sunday,
a honeybun for breakfast.
your shoes are filthy with grass and
rain and you beat them on the back
of my seat. i forget how to love, sometimes
you forget how to smile. saying please
is a forgotten art and even thank-you
is scarce. but. but. despite it all
your eyes stay warm, and dry,
and i promise to find a way
to scrounge up something for you
to eat tomorrow, and
one day soon i promise
i’ll remember, i’ll remember
how to love this living again. —how to mother when you aren’t a mother, ii @sellersgrantham | #mywriting
most of you know that Frazee Center is my entire heart and the work they do impacts not only the children fortunate enough to attend the free after-school program, but also their families, and as a result, entire communities.
JL Mann has chosen Frazee as its beneficiary organization for Spirit Week 2017, and IF everyone gets involved and contributes to this amazing work, there is potential to raise up to 40% of Frazee's operating costs for an ENTIRE YEAR. please follow along for how you can help! #frazee#frazeelove
i'm not even an actual mama but. but there are so many times i say, "woah. am i loving them well? am i listening with my heart as well as my ears? and what of teaching. not just academics. do i talk about god enough. and what of goodness. what of how to be a really, really good human being." this (and so much more) is a constant dialogue in my mind. so, when jamius produced these gems after church, i cried for an hour. the best kind of cry.