August 23, 2020/
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The very first time I met Michael was at a friend’s wedding. He walked up to me and said hi, and we seemed...
The very first time I met Michael was at a friend’s wedding. He walked up to me and said hi, and we seemed...
I remember that day like it was yesterday. The day I received the unbelievable news that shattered my world, brought it all crashing...
Our first date was on a Saturday five months ago. I remember this because I came back from the date with Emmanuel miserable...
“…and love does conquer all,” the preacher concluded in his husky voice. There was thunderous applause from the congregation as his message was...
I had done it again. This time as always, the guilt tore at me, but the sex was as amazing as it always...
It was my wedding day. I was tired of the appearances I had been forced to put up and my jaw ached from...
My world froze. No, I did not scream. The heavy curtains hid me from them but not from the shock. They were two...
I feel like a scapegoat being led to the slaughterhouse. I look unkempt but then again, my appearance is the last thing on...
“You will give birth like the Hebrew women.” “I pray for easy natural labor for you as your time draws near.” “Your birthing...
I could hardly believe the news when it finally came; the wait had been a long one. I had almost forgotten the feeling...
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.