The moments after that final gasp That plea for mercy, the Son’s call Out of the Forsaking Father’s grasp He hung, wilted, a crime-less...

I had a friend in Angola. Her name was Fina. She was beautiful. Her smile was pure. Joy overflowing. Her eyes were intelligent. Her voice...

As the new year starts, students are returning to school after the indulgent holiday season. Most children will be dropped off, or take a...

Sundays are for the homesick For those gruelling runs alone For the heart pounding in an earthly body As the spirit longs for creation...

BALLET One, two, three, four. We dip our legs down and touch the floor. Five, six, seven, eight. We raise our arm’s to heaven’s gate....

The Queen has been on everyone’s mind recently. After her passing in September, I joined the millions of other Netflix users in...

A letter for my daughter, a third generation TCK. Dear Little One I stare at your little fingers curled into fists and wonder at the...

I haven’t written in quite a while. Life has been hectic and the time to sit down and formulate complete thoughts into digestible...

You have put me in the depths of the pit, in the regions dark and deep. Your wrath lies heavy upon me, and you overwhelm me with all your...

My American passport was on the brink of expiration, so last week I sent it to the US Embassy in London. Along with that renewal comes a...

Last week Taylor Swift announced her second surprise album of 2020, evermore. Her first album of the year, folklore, was released in the...

I used to run a lot. An excessive amount. I used to be what those sweaty, Nike-wearing, time-checking early morning people call ‘a...

There is a dollhouse upstairs in Crieff. Painted blue on the outside with an unfinished shingle roof, it waits. It has four rooms, all...

"Grief is not the absence of hope – it is the recognition of loss. Grief is not isolation from God, it is recognition of this broken world."

Childhood Exhausted. Little eyes twinkle closed to dreams of grape juice laughs and grass stained knees. Child, you are savage, wild, and...

“So, where is home? Where do you call home?” “Where do I call home? Hm. Interesting question… my parents own a flat in Scotland.” Often,...

Friend, I heard you. In the depths of my grief. Your voice reached the furrows of my curled heart. I heard you In the coils of my foggy...