Community Conversation on Abuse, Accountability, and Prevention

On December 15, 2025 I attended Desree Mendoza’s service. She was beautiful and she was deeply and unmistakably loved. The sanctuary was standing room only, family, friends, children, neighbors, and co-workers, all there because her life made a difference. Because she mattered. Because love leaves marks that grief can never erase. After paying my respects […]

SmuTHING to See Here😳🫣: this is for the failing moms!

Motherhood is a full-contact sport. I don’t care what anybody says. Some moms are out here making laminated snack schedules and matching monogrammed devotionals. Meanwhile, I’m over here whispering, “Lord, multiply my minutes,” while frantically digging through my purse like a raccoon trying to find a permission slip. Let’s just say I love Jesus wholeheartedly…but […]

Finding Forty One

“Forty wasn’t punishment, it was preparation.” This is what is churning in my mind today! I am just beginning to recognize the importance of my forty years. 😭 If you had told me years ago that I’d be sitting at a Directors’ Retreat for a church I now get to serve, I don’t think I […]

Louder C

I couldn’t sleep last night until I finished this. I hope someone needs it, I’m sleepy. When I Felt Alone On September 11, 2001, I was less than one month from my 17th Birthday. I was living alone in a small trailer in a trailer park. I had been on my own since I was […]

Weeds that Bloom

She was a weed. Not chosen, not planned, not purchased from a nursery with careful hands and pride-filled soil. She was scattered, tossed by wilderness winds into ground that was cracked, unwanted, unprepared. Still, she grew. Still, she bloomed. Not to boast of herself, but to whisper: “I am here. I matter. Even weeds bring […]

Cactus Confession

A Family Confession:Sometimes I’m just over here winging it with these humans I love. I never want to make parenthood sound easy, because it’s not. It’s more like stumbling through a land of cactus in shorts and flip flops, trying not to let the splinters stop me from moving forward. Then I realize I get […]

Combing Through the Box

I didn’t expect a simple comb to make me cry today. While cleaning out a box, I found it, the comb of a student I served a few years ago. He never meant to leave it. One day, he stopped coming to school. I was so devestated when I learned he had been removed because […]