SMALL ANCHORS

my story

it’s been 18 years.

i have a new client. a real estate firm based in London. i was browsing some of their listings <<daydreaming>> while working on their website today… dreaming of the lovely bright green lush landscape. the crowds of well dressed professionals with their adorable accents & mad love of soccer! London. in 9th grade i went…

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31.

water-coloring. jack & abigail adventures.

end with lies.

  i am hurt. my flesh is weak. my soul is yearning for truth. wisdom. emptiness seeking fulfillment. brokenness to be repaired. there’s a desperate choke feeling… it’s deeper than the automatic constriction of the throat. far more deep… it gnaws it’s teeth into the soul. it breaks down the tissue of your being. the…

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adjusting my sails…

if we are living in His will, we are where we should be. … so we are planted wholly & deeply in His will and not of our own. i want this. to live solely in His will. because my will is not a good idea. at all. it’s been 3 months of living in…

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NY: country style

fresh picked tomatoes for dinner. thunderstorms full of lightening & tremendous buckets of rain dropping instantly. collecting blackberries for homemade tarts. biting deep into sun ripened cucumbers. wide open roads. line-dried vintage sheets. golden hair shimmering in the sun while determining what shape the clouds hold. playful fun & memories created on the green grass…

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changes.

her legs have grown so long. she glows. her words dance at the tip of her tongue. full of stories & questions & commentary. his smile radiates with a small dimple carved out of his left cheek. kissable with each eye catch. he giggles & loves. plays frisbee & kicks a ball with such poignant…

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am i thin enough?

my face is round, like a small child’s. my thighs are too big. my hips are too wide. child-bearing hips as they’ve been called. the more dead-lifts i do, the more bump i’ve got in the bum; which leads to jeans not fitting as smoothly as they did before. which leads to dissatisfaction that my…

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am i enough?

5 1/2 years ago i became a momma. after 9 months of pregnancy, an epidural, a few pushes + that gentle cry and shocked baby boy face. tears of overwhelming joy. tears of pain {no one told me about the days AFTER pregnancy}. tears for thankfulness. tears when friends & family visited. tears for the…

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