These Hands

These hands are tired from packing and unpacking, from wiping tears away and pushing myself back up from the ashes.   These hands are stained with ink from my pen scribbling notes and quotes, reflections and dreams.   These hands are folded in prayer for compassion and courage, hope and healing for my life and … Continue reading These Hands

curate your life, find your tribe & always bring a swiss army knife to weddings!

"I brought the wrong bra!" "Why is there a boy in here?" "Has anyone seen my mascara?" "We need to find safety pins. ASAP!" "Someone tell that boy to leave the room!" "Does anyone have scissors? Or a knife?!" I did! In the middle of the mayhem that was my sister Becky's bridal suite on … Continue reading curate your life, find your tribe & always bring a swiss army knife to weddings!