destination unknown, travel with faith

path::source it is not the time. nor, perhaps the place. but it is stirring. right in the middle of this middle child’s heart. i hear it coming…like the train that we thought was defunct by our house…WHOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. it is more like a fire, than a train i suppose.  although some days when the engine is soContinue reading “destination unknown, travel with faith”


  recipe for blf: one heaping spoonful of oversensitivity one pinch patience one teensy, tiny dash of o.c.d. one huge wallop of hormones one squeeze of self-righteousness one insanely huge hand-full of guilt for being self-righteous/not perfect one bottle of purple, one yellow, one orange eighty-seven ounces of humor, both with and against myself forty-twoContinue reading “recipe”