Lyrical Logic
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12 years ago this week I lost one of my closest friends to cancer. She was in her 20s, I was 17. We met through church activities, and quickly realized we were two souls cut from the same cloth. And when I lost her, it felt like my world was ending. But the thing about…
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The world has been grieving. We lost an angel on earth, and it hurts. Personally, I realized how much of a mess if Reba ever dies (she’s not allowed, this is a non negotiable). While I am heartbroken, I’m so glad she got to go home to her Carl Dean. She was ready to go…
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If you only knew what a trauma survivor goes through.The loneliness that comes from not being able to trust anyone.The desire for a connection, but being too scared to find it.If you only knew how easy it is to go into survival mode. The immediate response that takes place. Unable to pull back from it…
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I swear, I would really, really love a week where my world wasn’t rocked by some random piece of information that shouldn’t bother me anymore, but it does. This week, my ex-husband is the reason I’ve been distracted. And I won’t get into it here, but you know what? I’m tired of it. So freaking…
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This last month has been a little bit wild. I spent a lot of time thinking about what I was thinking about how I wanted to live this last year of my twenties. I’m starting it off strong with a hair appointment and then a new tattoo a few days later. Well, technically two. My…
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Alright y’all. Sorry for the late post this week. I was busy putting finishing touches on part of my manuscript to send to my editor/proofreader. Yeah. I actually hired one. Insane, I know. It feels like I’ve handed over a piece of my soul. It feels jarring. I’m nervous as can be because what do…
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Hey friends. Still can’t write that Reba react. I think that the song has broken my brain in the best possible way. Or worst possible way, I guess it just depends on how you want to look at it. I’m actually stepping back into an old skin this week. I’m stepping back into the pulpit…
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Most days I don’t complain about my ability to hear the different pieces of a song. Most days I’m just thankful to have something that I connect so deeply to. This Memorial Day weekend I spent locked up in my house. I spent the weekend writing and editing pieces of “What Surrendered.” I’m starting to…

