Hi, it’s me.

I reckon there are a few things you might need to know right off the bat. Once, when I was a child, I cried about litter, and once, as an adult, someone told me they thought I’d be “more of a vanilla person.” Growing up, I read my family’s set of encylopedias for fun. Also, I have a favorite tree.

I was raised by good country people in the mountains of North Carolina, and storytelling has been in my bones since the beginning. I started blogging back in ‘06 in an effort to dig myself out of severe depression and just never stopped. So yeah, I guess you could say I grew up around these parts.

These days, you’ll find me writing about the mysteries of the withness and humanity of Jesus, hope and doubt, mental health, politics, courage and tenderness. I write to bear witness, to excavate, to remind myself (and maybe you, too) about what is most true.

If you’re curious about this kind of thing, I graduated from bible college with a degree in counseling and psychology and a minor in biblical and theological studies. I spend my days as a social worker supporting foster families in my community. I’m a 2w1 on the Enneagram, an INFJ, and a highly sensitive person—but I’m not afraid of a little pot-stirring every now and then. I’m also a pretty stubborn homebody, but I can always be coaxed out by the promise of guac.