The Questions We Ask

I sat on top of the hill taking in every breath of fresh air I could. The train weaved itself against the mountain in the valley below, echoing its sound of approach. The river stretched out for miles. It breathed in and out from the surrounding hills, guiding its currents towards the sea. For a…

As the Weather Delays

I have never been particularly good at goodbyes. At times they shatter my heart into little fragments that only hold together with promises of hellos. As I let go of Fern’s hand to send him off to his new adventure, I could feel thirty pairs of eyes looking at us, wondering and guessing why our…

At the Corner of the Street

At the corner of the street is a little coffee shop. The name faintly in white on the window with the gifts inside visible from across the street. As you walk through the door, the smell of coffee swirls around as the lady greets you in her British accent. We get to talking about life…

A Mix of Magic and Hardship

The wind whipped around me in a flurry of rain as Fern grabbed my hand to lead me up the hill. The farmland stretched to the edges of the hills that shaped the gentle valley below. As we reached the top, the pain in my body mixed with the elements overwhelmed my body. I let…

Roots of the Heart

When we appear on this earth, we already have roots in the ground that connect us to those around us. We have roots in family, in our birthplace, and how we choose to live our lives. For those who have just joined my life story, you may have noticed much talk of a man named…

The Narrative We Tell Ourselves

The worst obstacles we often face are the ones we create. The narrative we tell ourselves. We live in an age of social media jealousy that drives twisted views on reality. Yet, social media offers a unique insight to the lives of those around us. We all have something to say, and we all have…

Fighting Hate With Love

I walked up the stairs, much like any morning, but heard the sound of the news as I reached the front door. I could feel the world hurting. While we try to push aside that something of such great tragedy could not occur on our shores, the truth is that it does. Every day the…

Parallel Worlds

I looked across the sea, as if the waves would tell me their story. How voyagers from far and wide found their way to these islands. Some would settle to stay, others just to explore. Here we are thousands of years later, and we still are doing the same thing. Only this time, we live…

The Lifestyle We Choose

I remember sitting in a bustling touristy courtyard in the middle of a western state with my computer in front of me trying to use the wifi before everyone pulled out their phones to mindlessly scroll through Facebook. I was a tad stressed to finish an article before the days end, and it was the…

The Wild Places

The wild brush around me seemed to hold stories as it scattered itself across the hillside. Stories of those who sought to claim it under their name, and those who simply wanted to settle for a better chance at life. The Pacific Islands hold their own history that I know little of, which prompts me…

My Mama Taught Me

In every place I have lived across the world, the question comes up of whether I am homesick. I think for a moment, smile, and respond with a genuine understanding. I say, I only wish for my Mama to magically appear when I happen to be in the hospital. Truth is, I rarely feel homesick,…

What They Did Not Know

I have stared many doctors and specialists in the eye about my deteriorating body, but there was something they did not know, and what I did not think to tell. Something that many doctors and well-intended mothers hoped would save their daughters from a greater danger. Yet, it is what the pharmaceutical company sought to…