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It is one thing to say and to believe that solitude is okay, that I *do* need to find myself in God alone, and this is best done in “the wilderness,” as it were. But even when I am not…

I looked at leather-bound journals at Barnes & Noble the other day when we went in. The kids wanted to play there, to look at the books, to absorb the general atmosphere of one of their favorite places – and…

Sometimes when I go out, I get the feeling that nobody sees me. I think other people feel that nobody sees them too; they don’t know I watch them walk past me, wonder what their world is like, wonder if…

I crave creative company, gobble it up when I find it, talk too much, laugh too loudly – but I have stopped caring about the “too” for now. I am restless, waiting to see what will happen next, unwilling –…

On Monday, she told me that it was time to let the real Kelly come out. My heart cracked, just a little, just enough. My mind went into slow motion, staring at her words, as my own words spun around…

It’s funny how sometimes you run from words for what you feel. You dance around it, writing sentences, paragraphs, full stories that never quite speak of it; they are all seemingly unrelated symptoms of something more. And then you lie…

There was a week I lived once, in which I stopped my introverted analysis of myself, stepped out, and told some people the truth about what was happening in my heart. It was the “never” week, the week that broke…