Walking with Sam
Due to the startling lack of sheep in suburban Nashville, he is forced to get creative with his herding talents.
Due to the startling lack of sheep in suburban Nashville, he is forced to get creative with his herding talents.
Our people trekked from thirteen different states to sit in the wooden pews for that exact moment.
“This will all be worth it when we make it to the day.”
When we’re sitting all in one room, it’s like we’ve never been apart.
On my thirtieth birthday, I did in fact feel older but in a way that felt earned.
Fifteen years into this struggle, and it’s difficult not to be discouraged that nothing is different.
Almost every house we pass, you know someone who lives there, or used to live there, or you used to live there.
Remind me that starting something new is the hardest part.
We amble down to the beach as a herd, arms piled high with blankets and plastic cups and wine and our books.
My fellow bridesmaids call me Mary Poppins for my bag full of supplies.
Not even twenty four hours after the moment, thoughts of all the next steps had already derailed my joy.
They’re always an adventure, our Wednesday chats.
You are living in a world where we are constantly connected and bombarded with news of terrible things happening globally at every second. No biggie!
Herons fished near trash still floating in their sanctuary.
I’m homesick for a time when people were just people, not layers of complicated emotions and traumas and hopes and expectations.
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I can confidently say there are many parallels between this sport and reality TV.
Those were the saddest things I could think of at that age: Ghosty was lonely. And without ice cream.
We flip open the welcome binder, quickly decide this is too complicated and pull out the French press instead. This, I can do.
It is impossibly easy to spot the darkness.
We order cookies for delivery because I convince you they will make me feel better.
Healing will not be an absence of this pain but rather holding the sadness and still finding a way to move forward.
I can still hear him whistling throughout the house perfectly on pitch.
God tells us in the Bible to love one another as we love ourselves.
Campfires burn out, fireflies flicker and then disappear, the sun sets and rises again.
Every time I make waffles, he gets his own.
Those words came to me in what felt like divine inspiration.
At almost every song choice, someone is yelling “THIS IS A GREAT SONG!!!”
No one else can carry me to the finish line.
The changing leaves are a reminder that nothing is permanently with us.