A Week in Delhi

My breath caught in small bursts, my chest tightened, blood rushed to my head and I could feel my eyes stinging with tears. “What is happening?,” I thought. “Why is this my reaction to something that’s supposed to be an exciting adventure?” My friend Tessy lives in India, and last fall I’d decided I was…

Crutches

My surgeon looked at me and evenly stated, “You need to stop using the crutches or they’re going to become just that – a crutch in your recovery process.” If you go to dictionary.com and type in the word “crutch” the first definition reads: “a staff or support to assist a lame or infirm person…

8 Tips for the Independent Traveler

I listened enthusiastically as she shared the details of her travels. With a free weekend and a ticket to the destination of her choosing, this friend decided not to let the absence of a companion hold her back. Her eyes lit up as she told me about the adventure of her first solo trip. As…

The Veil was Torn

“And when Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice, he gave up his spirit. At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook and the rocks split.” Matthew 27: 50-51 The veil was torn. The curtain in the temple that separated people from…

Escape Artist

I’ve discovered something new about myself. I’m an escape artist. A professional at getting out of things. I get the most done when I’m avoiding what I need to do. I call it productive procrastination. My apartment gets cleaned, my emails get answered, my errands get run, all those mundane tasks are suddenly incredibly appealing….

Growing Up Different

She held her white, sun kissed arm next to mine. “Look, I’m almost as dark as Kiara.” A pained grin crept across my face. “Sure you are. One day. Ha ha.” Growing up in a predominately white community in Northwest Arkansas, I attended a high school of almost 4,000 students. Approximately 30 of us were…

The Wait

Waiting… Sometimes it feels like the doctor’s office – an endless holding pattern. Passing the time away, flipping through May’s issue of Southern Living. Watching reruns of Ellen. Scrolling through your Instagram feed for the second time. Make that the third. When the nurse reappears from the mysterious beyond that is the exam room, there’s…

I’m Not Okay, And That’s Okay

I like to think of myself as a pretty honest person. The whole not stealing, not lying and staying out of shady business stuff – I’ve got that. And those who know me well would probably say that I like to keep it real. But when it comes to being deeply truthful about how I…

Floundering in Florence

The minute I stepped out of the train station I knew something wasn’t right. Let’s be honest, I knew before that, I was just seriously hoping my intuition was wrong. I turned my head to the right. The street was dark and quiet, with the exception of a couple softly glowing windows. They looked warm…

Paralyzed

Fear has always been a significant part of this blog – identifying fear, getting to the root of fear and tackling fear head on. This whole space was created as a result of my fear and my desire to overcome it. But during the past year that fear reared it’s ugly head and somehow, before I…