Dear God, I recently came across a list of some of the plans I made for last year and I...
Dear God, I recently came across a list of some of the plans I made for last year and I...

“You will give birth like the Hebrew women.” “I pray for easy natural labor for you as your time draws...
I was discussing the concept of fear with an old friend a couple of days ago and that informed today’s...
I could hardly believe the news when it finally came; the wait had been a long one. I had almost...
Dear God, I listened to a song today which flicked on a switch in my head. An epiphany! And so...

It all began when my Mama became a star. I remember holding my red toy race car as I...
Haven’t we all at different points in time wished we were younger? If this answer is in the negative, you...
I often ponder what it means to be a woman. The dictionary doesn’t help much as it provides mechanical answers...

I heard the gunshot and my world seemed to go into slow motion as I saw Liz clutch her belly,...
While I was ruminating on this topic, an incidence that took place some years back came to mind. A person...
I am someone who has always turned to writing to make sense of things. Especially the parts of life that feel confusing, heavy or quietly complicated.
I write about mental health, relationships, identity, faith, and the in-between seasons we often move through without much language. Most of what you will find here comes from lived experience, observation, and a habit of sitting with thoughts a little longer than most people do.
I do not write because I have the answers. I write because it helps me understand myself, other people and the world around me. Writing gives me the space to slow down and to say things honestly, without needing to tidy them up. Some of what I write is still in the process of becoming, and I am comfortable letting it be that way.
Thoughts on Ink is where those reflections live. If you are drawn to writing that feels thoughtful, unhurried and real, I am glad you are here.