"Small joy is how we survive big grief." This quote came across my Instagram feed just days after I'd been miscarrying in the ER. I'd found out my baby didn't have a heartbeat about two weeks prior. Just a couple days after learning my mom's cancer came back, and that she'd need surgery. Postpartum depression was something that'd hit me hard after my first child, so I knew it was coming for me. Yet I still found myself surprised at the intensity with which grief would appear.

The other day, I was talking to a friend about the events of this past year, and how they've impacted me. They'd had a rough go of it as...

You might have noticed it’s been a while since I’ve written here! Much has happened in the past year, and it’s taken me a while to reset...

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As a Church, we may do well in remembering the sacrifice of our Lord. As we meet together for Good Friday, we are aware that the death of...

Here we are, my lovelies - nearing the close of our year. Goodness, much can change in twelve months' time. With the dawn of the twelfth...

I am, as one might say, an omnivorous reader. There are many topics which excite me and draw my attention. (Though a good bit of theology...