There is a dollhouse upstairs in Crieff. Painted blue on the outside with an unfinished shingle roof, it waits. It has four rooms, all...

"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."

Childhood Exhausted. Little eyes twinkle closed to dreams of grape juice laughs and grass stained knees. Child, you are savage, wild, and...

“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...

At times we don’t know where we’re headed as TCKs. We can have the ticket in hand, the boarding gate memorized, the fluids packed in...

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...

I cannot cry for countries that are not mine. I cannot cry for people who do not remember my name, know where I am, know where I’m going....

In some places, a cat has nine lives I say we have a few more A cat jumps back in line swinging And we crawl back, more dead than before...

“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...

Political Flashback: Michelle Wolf. Thoughts? White House Correspondents Dinner. Response? Hopefully your reply is somewhere along the...

“When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, then he will sit on his glorious throne. Before him will be...

As I sat in my new flat in Cambridge, scrolling through Facebook, I was struck by the overwhelming amount of “Me Too’s” from my friends....

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...

In light of recent political events the world seems to have shifted slightly, or rather it’s rocking back and forth subtly – like an...

The key scrapes in the lock, turning the metal knob until the door gives way into the living room. We tumble in, suitcases in hand,...

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....