After two and a half weeks in India interviewing women in the slums of Delhi, I was overcome with thoughts and feelings. Couple those experiences with a steady intake of podcasts, scripture, sermons, and other media, and my brain went into overdrive. This resulted in a very, very long piece connecting lots of random dots. … Continue reading India is Broken and So Am I (Part 4)

After two and a half weeks in India interviewing women in the slums of Delhi, I was overcome with thoughts and feelings. Couple those experiences with a steady intake of podcasts, scripture, sermons, and other media, and my brain went into overdrive. This resulted in a very, very long piece connecting lots of random dots. … Continue reading India is Broken and So Am I (Part 3)

After two and a half weeks in India interviewing women in the slums of Delhi, I was overcome with thoughts and feelings. Couple those experiences with a steady intake of podcasts, scripture, sermons, and other media, and my brain went into overdrive. This resulted in a very, very long piece connecting lots of random dots. … Continue reading India is Broken and So Am I (Part 2)

After two and a half weeks in India interviewing women in the slums of Delhi, I was overcome with thoughts and feelings. Couple those experiences with a steady intake of podcasts, scripture, sermons, and other media, and my brain went into overdrive. This resulted in a very, very long piece connecting lots of random dots. … Continue reading India is Broken and So Am I (Part 1)

I have never seen poverty that looks like the slums of Delhi. This poverty is dirty. Oppressed. It’s full of chaos and strict gender roles and nonexistent dreams and smog. It’s surrounded by traffic and feces and garbage. It hurts. I’ve been to a lot of materially poor places. I’ve met plenty of people who … Continue reading Holy Ground

We need to talk about fear. I’ve started several blogs this year about this very topic. Fear. Fear fear fear. I’ve never posted them. If I’m honest, I never even finished them. I got distracted and didn’t know what my point was. But it’s time now. Because my understanding of fear (and perhaps more importantly, … Continue reading We need to talk about fear.

28. Whoa. It feels strange to be in my late 20s and be where I am in life. I think I always expected to feel more like an adult by this point. When I was little, I just assumed you got married when you were 25. My parents did. As did my grandparents. And many … Continue reading 28

They don't tell you what it's like before you go. Not really. I mean, I guess in some way you know in an academic sense. You read and maybe even look at pictures. But pictures can't capture this place. They can't predict how much you'll fall in love and feel at home. And they certainly … Continue reading It Matters

Hello from Mozambique, friends! First things first - I've gotten really good at ordering grilled cheese in Portuguese. Just thought you should know that. The language barrier here is no joke and English is intermittent at best. I can often understand because Portuguese (and yes, they speak Portuguese in Mozambique) sounds so much like Spanish, … Continue reading Wrestling

As a writer, I want to tell stories. Big, grand narratives that move and shake and receive attention. I want my words to light up the page and pour out like liquid gold – little gems dropping out of the ever-rambling jumble of thoughts that dances around in my mind. I want you to read … Continue reading The Stories I Want to Tell