Shame, seatbelts, and shrinking women

The sun was just starting to rise as I walked down a narrow runway to board my first flight. My eyes were bleary from too little sleep and not enough caffeine, a combination of my seven-month-old having woken up at 2:30 in the morning and needing to leave for the airport by 4. In the weak morning light, I swung my green carry-on bag over my shoulder and made my way towards the plane headed … Read the rest

a long way home

i know a weary traveler, a young woman of tender heart and tough skin. she spends most of her days walking, never staying in one place for too long:: always the sojourner, one foot ever in front of the other. every now and again, she stops for a while–sometimes because she’s tired, sometimes because she’s lost, sometimes because she’s unsure where she’ll go next. so she will stop, and she’ll shake the dust, … Read the rest

to my long-lost love

liberia, i have been missing you oh-so-fiercely as of late, missing you so deeply and true that i feel it in my bones, in the way they ache for you. i miss the heaviness of your air, the way it sits on my shoulders and seeps in through my pores. i miss the glare of your noonday sun and the blue of your sky; i miss the lush green of your tall grass, the red … Read the rest

Back to Liberia…

Tomorrow’s the day! After an entire YEAR, the time has finally come for me to get on the plane and return to my beloved ‘Mama Liberia.’ So much has happened in the twelve months that I have been home. I caught up with old friends and made new ones. I traveled. I moved across the country. I switched jobs…and then did it again…and then again. I lost my Papa to cancer. I walked through a … Read the rest

The time has finally come for me to start preparing for my return to Liberia. I just found out today that I have been given a departure date of March 10th, which means I’ll arrive in Monrovia on the 11th. I cannot tell you how overjoyed I am to know that in just nine weeks, I’ll step foot on Liberian soil again. At that point, I will have been gone AN ENTIRE YEAR. A year. … Read the rest

“you’ve got that far-away look
in your eyes again,”
they told me.

how do i even respond to that?
of course i do.
so many parts of me
are in so many places,
and my mama never taught me
how to stay put for long. 

my soul
wants to root itself
in fields of stability
and some sense of permanency,

but there’s this other piece of me
that knows
nothing ever stays the same.

they … Read the rest

thankful: fifteen & sixteen

i’m writing this blog in my quiet, quaint little guest room at the LivingStone monastery in Newport News, VA. i arrived yesterday and, though i’ll be leaving the monastery tonight, i’ll be in Virginia until Sunday afternoon.

i have had so much to be thankful for these past two days. here are just a few from my list:

country roads; friendly cashiers; cheap gas (thank you, VA!); authentic worship at LHOP; God speaking to me … Read the rest

aww, shoot

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Yes, that is a paper plate and yes, there are bullet holes in it. Confused yet? Let me explain.

In keeping with the week-long theme of utter — yet hilarious — ridiculousness, I just knew that my trip to Texas was going to have to go out with a bang (haha!) So, what did I do? I went shooting.

(Now, before I go any further, let me just say that I have never once shot … Read the rest