It all started, because I just couldn’t do it.

On not thinking anything could be free in New York City and the surprise of kindness in a cone.

There are likely a number of morals to this story. One being, never let a man like this go. And another, almost as important, take prescribed dosages. I’m a converted believer in labels.

On the possibility of getting an evangelical to believe you when you say you’re happy without God.

When life stops being lived in the black and white, and starts being lived in the gray. And the grief of the transition.

Dating apps, angus tongue, and reality. An unlikely trio, but a mix for something far more in the mind of a four.

Why happiness isn't a thing. Also, on fulfillment and self admittances.

On depression. And not hating it.

When an Instagram post helps you break-up with Your Church.

Doing the hard work of becoming a fully actualized, realized, healthy, human adult. And why I needed to leave the church to do it.

Learning to step into the green of permission for my own life.

Failure. It’s a bitch, true. But I’m staring it in the face asking, why, when so common to the human experience is disappointment, am I the sort of person who's crippled by it?

We find our community, and hide our deepest misgivings. Until the dark night beckons.

Having compassion for choices made out of right longing, but exercised in a spirit of control, rather than of love.

What lens of the heart and eye allow us to perceive loveliness in the ordinary, simple, and oft overlooked?