Last night was the longest night of the year. Yesterday new restrictions were announced here in BC. New variants, new worries, new boosters. Christmas is around the corner. It’s a lot. I don’t have any profound wisdom except to say what my soul keeps humming: Hang in there. Don’t give up. Even the longest nightsContinue reading “Hang in there.”
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A Blessing for when Christmas is so heavy.
I was having a bath late last night, well past everyone going to bed. Sometimes it’s my favourite place to write, to dream… to feel. The Christmas season brings up so many things, for so many people, including myself. I’m feeling a lot of heaviness with the world, with my friends, with life. It canContinue reading “A Blessing for when Christmas is so heavy.”
Growing Pains.
I don’t know who needs to hear this, but it’s on my heart, because it’s what I’ve been really learning lately: Being a human in this pandemic/global warming/unsettling time is hard. Being a parent is hard. Being a spouse is hard. All of our hards are hard. But like a tree tenaciously emerging from aContinue reading “Growing Pains.”
Getting unstuck.
The manuscript for my YA memoir, “Still Stace” is DONE. I can’t believe the metamorphosis this story has undergone since my very first pitch (and I am so grateful for my editor!) The version I originally pitched in Feb 2019 (which got me my agent) was about 1200 words. I envisioned it as a pictureContinue reading “Getting unstuck.”
It’s complicated.
I almost didn’t post this. But I’m 40 now, so screw it, I’m not editing myself anymore! I wrote this after a recent visit with my parents. (I hid this from them on social media. Because I do love them and don’t want to hurt them. But being honest about hard things is important.) ThisContinue reading “It’s complicated.”
Learning to be brave.
Well, shoot. Right now I am working on final revisions for my manuscript for “Still Stace”. I’m also reading Glennon Doyle’s “Untamed”. This is quickly becoming a tumultuous, beautiful, terrible, gut-wrenching, wonderful, life-changing gift. I have to read it very slowly, digesting it in small bits. Sometimes in the bath (the only place to readContinue reading “Learning to be brave.”
This is 40.
Yesterday, I turned 40. I’m not sure how that is possible, when inside I feel no older than 14! Life is (real) messy right now, but I woke up feeling stupidly grateful to be alive, and convinced myself to take my first selfie ever because WELL WHY NOT. Are bathroom selfies still a thing?! (RevealingContinue reading “This is 40.”
Pride.
It’s the last day of pride month. 🌈 2020 has felt more formative for me than ever. My gay Christian journey started when I was 16, but now that I am (so very) close to the big 4-0, I feel like I am just beginning in a lot of ways. I’m truly learning what itContinue reading “Pride.”
Church.
Pausing along the Maple Ridge / Pitt Meadows Dyke trails to breathe in the mountain fog. Right now, this is my church. On my bike, sweating down these trails, God and I have it out. Almost every day. This (quarantine) time feels uncertain, in more ways than one. So, I confess my scariest fears. MyContinue reading “Church.”
BOOK ANNOUNCEMENT!
Friends, I can’t believe I get to announce this dream come true. If you don’t mind indulging me, I will give you a quick timeline of how I got here: I have always wanted to do a project combining my art and faith journey as a gay Christian. In late 2018 I thought of doingContinue reading “BOOK ANNOUNCEMENT!”
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