What do you even call this last decade? We had the early aughts (2000-2009), and we’re heading into the ’20s.. which feels weird to say.. but what do you call 2010-2019? This was an extremely transformative ten years. In June of 2010, my six year relationship with Matt finally crashed and burned. For real this… Continue reading #decadeinreview

One of my favorite things to do is to take photos of strangers living their life. Is it creepy? A bit. Do I care? Not even a little.  Here’s the English Volume.  

Here’s my face all over England. Please Enjoy.  

I like the idea of a path. It makes me feel safe- someone has traveled this way before, I’m not aimlessly wandering. A path feels hopeful- it’s creator saw it as a better way, a safer route. This was prepared for you. You were expected. The path might get difficult. It might be uphill for long… Continue reading #paths

My first phone call of the work day was from our patient Betsy. She explained her elderly neighbor, Ms. Josie, had broken her glasses and could not remember where she bought them to have them repaired. She told me she had recommended Ms. Josie come see us, as we are near her home, but Ms.… Continue reading #kindness

As Christians, we should be the hands and feet of Christ to everyone- not just to the pretty, the well adjusted, the comfortable, safe folks (James 2). I struggle with that. My judgement game is strong. For someone who has been shown so much mercy and grace, I have a difficult time pouring it over others.… Continue reading #heartforthehomeless

Dating apps like Plenty of Fish, Tinder, and Bumble have been my primary source of meeting guys since moving to Chattanooga. I love dating. I love meeting new people and hearing their stories. I love experiencing Chattanooga through someone else’s perspective. I have two main lines of thought when it comes to dating apps. One line… Continue reading #onelessfish

I snapped at a dear friend yesterday. This is how I know God has done a work in my life-  Five years ago, I would have been smug and satisfied with my assault. Today I feel like a garbage truck. The lack of self control. The self importance behind making myself feel right and her… Continue reading #sasspants