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The Journey
Aug 27, 2024
The Journey
Aug 27, 2024

There’s a strange comfort in this unsettling,
A reminder of the incredible life we live,
And the silent plea to chase the horizon.

Aug 27, 2024
Almost Rain
Apr 29, 2024
Almost Rain
Apr 29, 2024
Apr 29, 2024
Kyle Beckerman, Leagues Cup, and a (Soccer) Season of Healing
Sep 10, 2023
Kyle Beckerman, Leagues Cup, and a (Soccer) Season of Healing
Sep 10, 2023

Sometimes what we need is someone to put their arm around us and meet us where we are, whatever that looks like

Sep 10, 2023
An Essay On Transformation: Part Two
Aug 30, 2023
An Essay On Transformation: Part Two
Aug 30, 2023

That’s the thing about transformation, isn’t it? It can rip us apart, put us back together, and at times – often, if we’re being honest – presents us with something or someone unrecognizable.

Aug 30, 2023
An Essay On Transformation: Part One
Jul 11, 2023
An Essay On Transformation: Part One
Jul 11, 2023

With a fair amount of trepidation in my heart and a sprinkle of “well, okay, I guess we’re doing this,” we hopped in the truck and made our way to the hardware store to rent a jackhammer.

Jul 11, 2023
Drought, Healing, and the Great Salt Lake
May 11, 2023
Drought, Healing, and the Great Salt Lake
May 11, 2023

It was early morning, and the air was cool as we drove through the gates and made our way closer to the water and the island. Away from the noise of the city, we could hear the sound of our tires crunching down the road as scores of birds called out. The quiet was, for once, a balm rather than a thorn.

May 11, 2023
Watching as I Fall: Twists and Turns
Jun 6, 2022
Watching as I Fall: Twists and Turns
Jun 6, 2022

The precipice is its own kind of freedom, isn’t it? I can’t do anything but let go and hang on. Let go of my own best-laid plans. And hang on to the hope that “maybe I’m just falling to get somewhere they won’t.”

Jun 6, 2022
For My Beagle on her 16th Birthday: On Loving a Senior Dog
Apr 13, 2022
For My Beagle on her 16th Birthday: On Loving a Senior Dog
Apr 13, 2022

I think that everyone, at least once in their life, should have the chance to love and care for a senior dog.

Apr 13, 2022
Hills & Valleys: A Letter to Myself
Sep 24, 2021
Hills & Valleys: A Letter to Myself
Sep 24, 2021

Hang in there; I know you can. There is so much goodness waiting for you on the other side of this moment.

Sep 24, 2021
Showing Grace: A Practical How-To Guide
Jul 16, 2021
Showing Grace: A Practical How-To Guide
Jul 16, 2021

Over the years, I've gathered a few tools into my toolbox that have helped me learn how to extend grace and understanding to others in the face of challenging circumstances, and today I would like to share with you a few practical tips and tricks as I walk through a quick step-by-step guide.

Jul 16, 2021
Storytelling
The Cottage
Jan 26, 2020
The Cottage
Jan 26, 2020

She had exhausted the books on her limited shelf, but she knew they only painted a partial picture. She also understood that she couldn’t just turn up at the local library asking questions, that would only lead people right to her door.

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Jan 26, 2020
The Sugar Bowl
Jan 26, 2020
The Sugar Bowl
Jan 26, 2020

If I close my eyes tightly enough, I can almost taste the swirl of chocolate and vanilla, feel the warm, dry air of a Scottsdale evening. 

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Jan 26, 2020
The City
Jan 26, 2020
The City
Jan 26, 2020

He was a transplant here, a ball of dirt and root ripped from the ground and dropped into foreign soil. The earth could tell he did not belong here.

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Jan 26, 2020
The Room
Jan 26, 2020
The Room
Jan 26, 2020

When she looked into my eyes, I knew.

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Jan 26, 2020
The Bakery
Jan 14, 2020
The Bakery
Jan 14, 2020

After work she’d slip out the back door and down the alley, cutting across just a few blocks to the creaky home she still lived in with her grandparents. Her routine was part of her, and so was this place.

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Jan 14, 2020
The Woods
Jan 13, 2020
The Woods
Jan 13, 2020

Dropping the backpack on the ground, crouching close to the earth to open the zipper, I looked up at the only person that could ever understand what happened here.

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Jan 13, 2020
Prose, Poetry
Winter
Mar 4, 2019
Winter
Mar 4, 2019

The presence of winter must mean, too
That words also have their Spring

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Mar 4, 2019
Stand
Feb 8, 2019
Stand
Feb 8, 2019

When you get tired
of feeling small
stand up.

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Feb 8, 2019
Crumbs
Feb 1, 2019
Crumbs
Feb 1, 2019

When words
Feel like little pieces of you

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Feb 1, 2019
January Desolation
Jan 31, 2019
January Desolation
Jan 31, 2019

Ready to make us new again

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Jan 31, 2019
Peace
Jan 30, 2019
Peace
Jan 30, 2019

May peace be with you
And when it is

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Jan 30, 2019
Rest
Jan 17, 2019
Rest
Jan 17, 2019

There are days that come
Where
All I want
Is that wooden rocking chair
And some rest

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Jan 17, 2019
Worlds
Jan 16, 2019
Worlds
Jan 16, 2019

There are worlds
Behind your eyes

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Jan 16, 2019
Lies, Pt. 1
Jan 14, 2019
Lies, Pt. 1
Jan 14, 2019

The day will come
When you look in the mirror
And you don’t see
Who the world has told you to be

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Jan 14, 2019
Death of Words
Jan 10, 2019
Death of Words
Jan 10, 2019

Words die
Sometimes

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Jan 10, 2019
Fiction, Pt. 1
Jan 9, 2019
Fiction, Pt. 1
Jan 9, 2019

I wonder then
About the existence of fiction

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Jan 9, 2019

“Somewhere between the bottom of the climb and the summit is the answer to the mystery of why we climb.” -Greg Child

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