You have put me in the depths of the pit, in the regions dark and deep. Your wrath lies heavy upon me, and you overwhelm me with all your...

Grief unheard Grief unspoken Grief unseen Grief well hidden Grief turned to action Grief buried deep Grief unknown, unbidden Grief unable...

Last week Taylor Swift announced her second surprise album of 2020, evermore. Her first album of the year, folklore, was released in the...

I used to run a lot. An excessive amount. I used to be what those sweaty, Nike-wearing, time-checking early morning people call ‘a...

"Grief is not the absence of hope – it is the recognition of loss. Grief is not isolation from God, it is recognition of this broken world."

“So, where is home? Where do you call home?” “Where do I call home? Hm. Interesting question… my parents own a flat in Scotland.” Often,...

Friend, I heard you. In the depths of my grief. Your voice reached the furrows of my curled heart. I heard you In the coils of my foggy...

I thought I could find you again I thought if I ran fast enough I would break back into time I would land, panting, twisting in a sweat...

“Our need to be in control, to orchestrate the perfect scenario for every journey of our lives, breeds anxiety in our hearts.” – Emily...

We’re all broken. We’ve all been broken. You. Me. Him. Her. All of us. We’ve all been crushed, pressed. At some point, we’ve all turned...

On Love and Loneliness I am a nurse. Often this means my days are long, busy, and exhausting. I am on my feet running from room to room...

melancholy what the sun does warm, is only external – the surface of rocks upon which i slither – a falling forwards, a call hither...

Before I dive deep into the quirks of being a woman I must first assure you all of something. Though I wish I did not have to preface...

I stepped out in July, For a run, a short one mind. As I made the first step I was quick to realize This was the 4th, and memories flied....

Earlier this week a friend asked me when I was going to take Jeremiah to see my home. They were speaking of Scotland, naturally. They...

The end is coming. The time for the books to close, the caps to don, the tassels to flip. On the brink of University graduation, I sit in...

Mid January. Cold, grey, boring. Is there a better time to do something impulsive? Surely not. A quick text conversation and everything...