I wrote a blog from 2011-2017, but those posts are no longer available online. (If you are looking for something in particular that you remember from those years, reach out to me, and I’ll try to help.)
During the summer of 2025, I started releasing occasional “posts” as email newsletters through the Substack platform. These posts are catalogued here.
The tov of God is like a dandelion, which has more than two-hundred seeds per plant and whose taproot can produce up to five plants, even when damaged. “It is intelligent, resilient, and available,” she says. “It is a force to be reckoned with.” Read more.
Published March 12, 2026
In my closest circles, there are impossible diagnoses and pain and uncertainty. It’s as if we are all standing here, half-crushed, looking around to see if anyone can take a little of the weight off our shoulders…but everyone is already at max capacity.
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Published December 3, 2025
The world that you have rendered in your book is changed when it is inhabited by the reader. As it rolls through someone else’s consciousness, your story picks up all kinds of new and interesting things — things that might not have anything to do with the thing you were trying to say.
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Published September 24, 2025
When I stopped looking at writing through the lens of abundance and started looking at it as a way to “make a living,” everything became instantly shadowed by scarcity, every possible road dead-ending into defeat. Read more
Published September 15, 2025
Teen Mania was not the beginning of my devotion to God, which was already a little…extra. But it was the beginning of the loss of my selfhood. The journal entries I wrote in my “Teen Mania Years” […] have little to say about my actual life because those details were simply not salient. The mission was The Thing. Read more
Published August 13, 2025
A lot of the anger has burned off now — too white-hot to sustain itself. I am forty-two, and I feel comfortable in my own skin and buoyed by a gentle and expansive faith — one that feels very different from the “faith” I was trying to have at age 14. Read more.
Published August 1, 2025
The recurring question of my journals: What does it mean to be a public writer in the world? I use the word “public” because I have never stopped writing, not really. These are my notebook years, my writing never coalescing into finished pieces, but unfurling in unending cursive. Read more
Published July 23, 2025