“How is the book coming along?” she asked. “I’m slowly falling in love with it.” There is a difference between the things we know and the things we believe. The things we know can be black and white, matter of fact. The things we believe often live in a world of grey. Our instinct, our…

She would swoon over the wedding dresses in the window, coffee cup in hand, as she walked down the small street in her lunch break. A daily ritual. To escape work, to breath in some fresh air. Designers dresses lined up in a row, fairy tales on display. Each one a promise that happily ever…

If there was one thing she knew about herself, with absolute certainty, it was that disappointment marked the end. Not the end of all things. Not the end of family holidays in the sun. Not the end of babies becoming toddlers becoming little boys. Not the end of great loves lived to their fullest. Disappointment…

The silence brushed against her cheek as she walked through the empty house. A softness had settled in the air, gently caressing her face as she moved from room to room. Her outstretched hand lingered, gliding across the surfaces as she walked past them. Kisses from the sun streamed through the window and warmed her…

Four weeks ago when I set the next topic for #convocoffee I had no idea what the four weeks would hold. How can anyone know what the future holds? I set the topic based on a gut instinct, a passing moment that ‘just felt right’ to set the topic of letting go. Now I sit…

Sitting in the audience and listening to Elizabeth Gilbert speak earlier this year was when the idea of each of us writing our own story first came to me. It is not a new idea, ground breaking or phenomenal. Just that I had never really thought about it in that way before. I knew I…

I’ll be honest with you, when I set this conversation topic I wasn’t quite sure what to write about. Often I set the topic and have a half sketched plan or post swirling around in my mind. This time, I thought the idea of writing about heroes was a good one, but that was all.…

As I walked through my days thinking about what I would write for this post I couldn’t help but linger on repeat. The Diddy-Dirty Money Coming Home chorus playing relentlessly in my head. I’m coming home I’m coming home tell the world I’m coming home Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday…