The words are displayed across my kitchen wall - "Home is where your story begins." Words fitting for a writer. Home was the house I grew up in on Inglewood. It was Kelli and Kendra next door and Amber and Aimee across the street. It was sticky lemonade stands and twirling my baton in the driveway. Home was Cabbage Patch dolls and a little girl's dreams of mommy-hood. Thirty-one years later and I still consider that place home. I bust out singing the high school fight song when I see Continue Reading

Our friendship is anything but ordinary. Our dreams brought us together. Jesus is what keeps our friendship strong, although we live miles and miles apart. I met Jen, Kayse, and Jamie at SheSpeaks in July 2012. We immediately connected over our faith and our passion for the written word. We spent three glorious days together soaking up all we could about blogging and book publishing. Since then our friendship has continued to grow online as we promote one another's blogs and encourage each Continue Reading

It's only fitting that I write about the chocolate sprinkled donuts. My mama did a lot of things for me and I have a lot of wonderful memories. But on the eve of my birthday, I can't help but remember the special tradition. Every morning on my birthday there was a chocolate sprinkled donut adorned with a candle. Not just any sprinkles would do. It had to be the small bead-like sprinkles that crunch as you bite into them. Not those long, non-crunch ones. My mom would light the candle and sing Continue Reading

Bare. Exposed. Many times when I push the publish button on a blog post I've written, I feel as if I'm allowing myself to stand naked in front of my readers. I always want to be real. I want to share the struggles and the joys. I don't ever want to pretend life is easy and I have it all together - I. do. not. God is teaching me that the more I'm willing to expose myself (my heart), the more He can use me for His glory. With each honest (and sometimes painful word) I write, He is Continue Reading