A story of a gay christian woman, finding real therapy outside of the Christian church she grew up in.
Here is my mama writing this post: Moving to FL has been on my heart for almost 2 years. I had many doubts. Wondered how it would work. As I waited on God,… Continue reading
I haven’t written on here for over 5 months and I have no reason other than I just wasn’t compelled to write anything and I didn’t want to force it. So, with that… Continue reading
Last week, I woke up at 5:30 one morning. I made a French Press for me and my roommate and then I climbed back on my bed and wrote in my journal for… Continue reading
I often ponder what the everyday reality is for the children here on the island of Utila. I know firsthand that many of them go to school hungry and don’t have any food… Continue reading
We were at the school today compiling the list for our lunch sponsor program for 2013. Kendy (the English teacher) and I went around to each teacher, grades 0-9, asking for their observations… Continue reading
In September of 2009, I went out to my dad’s to spend some quality time alone and with God. My dad and step-mom live on a beautiful farm in Arlington and I knew… Continue reading
Quite often I can’t seem to find the words to describe what it is like living on the island of Utila and working with the poorest children and their families. The facts of… Continue reading
When you live on a small island (8 miles long by 3 miles wide) you have to get creative with daily life functions…like exercising your dog. I was dog-sitting for some dear friends… Continue reading
Lately, it has come to my attention that I have been on autopilot of daily life…again. You know those moments in life where you recognize that you are just going through a routine… Continue reading
A few weeks ago, I got word that a little 4 yr old girl was raped by a 14 yr old neighbor boy. Even though this is loathsome news, it is not necessarily… Continue reading
The other day I watched out my window as a few friends of mine took off down the road in their golf cart. I had no idea they were going to the burial… Continue reading
Last night I went out to see the sunset and grab a beer with friends. We settled down just before sunset at SkidRow, a local restaurant/bar. We pulled two tables together and each… Continue reading
When I am on the grounds of the public school here on Utila, with 300+ children running around, I don’t want to only see the mass, I want to see each one.… Continue reading
Have you ever felt like you were on the edge of a cliff and you couldn’t see what was below you? Not literally, but the felling of it. You have butterflies in your… Continue reading
(This is an excerpt from January 18, 2012 taken from my journal.) Grief. It can come at any moment. You can see a picture or hear a song that reminds you of a… Continue reading
I had a very successful time back in the States and it’s been very exciting to return back to this beautiful island of Utila, Honduras. While I was back in the States,… Continue reading
There were so many purposes for me going back to the States for a few months and collecting books for the first ever library at Centro Educacion Basica Republica de Honduras on the… Continue reading
Last week was over-the-top! Why? 1 – Boxing up 1000+ books and shipping them to Utila for the first ever library of the public school, Centro Educacion Basica Republica de Honduras! 2 –… Continue reading
Here are 800+ books ready to be boxed up and shipped to the public school of Utila, Honduras. I have a friend that I haven’t seen in almost 20 years, who is a… Continue reading
There is little more precious than a newborn baby. Savanna Grace Allen was born to my good friends, Sean and Rona Allen last Thursday. Her older brother and 3 sisters absolutely love her… Continue reading
