We cannot have reconciliation without first having truth. I. I climb back into my minivan, fumbling with my keys. My face is blazing, my breath coming in short bursts, fevered and sour on my tongue and in that moment I don’t know whether I want to explode in a stream of expletives or lay my head down on the steering wheel and weep. Maybe both. My mom is waiting in the passenger seat and I relay my story to her, words tumbling out of my mouth blistering with rage. Minutes before I’d stood in …
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When We All Just Want to Belong: A Guest Post by Cara Meredith
One of the things I love most about this writing life is the people whose stories criss-cross your own. We all intersect somewhere in some way but finding those connecting points can be tough. The thing I love most about meeting up with other writers is how quickly we all seem to cut through the small talk and the pleasantries and get right down to it. Words are important and we'd rather not waste them on trivialities. So when my writer friend, Cara Meredith, told me she was vacationing with her …
Confessions: A SheLoves Post
I. Every year when the sun climbs into the blue horizon and sets over the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, a gathering of poets and prophets, writers and artists gather. I have always wanted to go. My browser sits open to their website, and I skim over the details. It claims to be equal parts spiritual retreat, artist workshop, and festival. It is the conference I have most wanted to attend since I started this online journey of sharing my words and baring bits of my soul in this strange world of …
