September When I clock into my shift at the coffeeshop, I spy a small bottle under the counter: Pumpkin Spice syrup. I swivel 360 degrees, spotting the tucked-away bag of pumpkin spice frappé powder, the pumpkin spice candles, pumpkin spice drizzle… Call me basic. But I have never felt such pure excitement before in my life. When the coffeeshop stocks up on pumpkin spice, that … Continue reading Jesus Christ and Pumpkin Spice
” Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen”- Hebrews 11:1 I’ve been meditating on Hebrews 11, the famed passage on men and women of faith, for awhile in the early morning hours before I go off to work. Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, I let that brew in my mind. When I think of faith, … Continue reading Substance of Things Hoped For
It is what it is, says love.* Is it perfect? It’s a long-distance relationship (ldr). It’s not fab because you’d rather it be different. It’s wonderful because the relationship is so good that you’re willing to go the distance. That’s what it looked like on my last evening in England as my boyfriend and I strolled along the cobbled riverwalk after our last date together. … Continue reading Being in a Long-Distance Relationship
Savvy and Rachel asked Maria to write a guest blog post and the words came flowing to her… I think one of the coolest parts of being alive is that every morning when you wake up you can choose to be happy and uplift the people in your life. With all the negativity lately spreading like frost up a window, it is so easy to … Continue reading Uplifting While Being Uplifted
The sink trembles beneath my hands and my eyes roll up to the mirror until they meet their reflection, a hinged gaze, about to fall, about to drop into a stomach that boils and calls the night into my veins. “You’re going to regret this,” I tell my eyes. “You’re going to regret this.” I obeyed my parents growing up. They won’t agree with me … Continue reading Good Little Churchgirl
It is the 10th of November, Wednesday morning and I’m driving to drop off my Dad to his office. We both work through our shock that Donald Trump is going to be the next President of United States, and this involves mostly talking. Through the traffic, I talk and talk about everything that Donald Trump has said and with every minute I mourn more and … Continue reading Remember when I said I wouldn’t talk about politics?
The world is going mad. With shootings, bombings, politics, racism, and with the future seeming so uncertain, that this seems like the appropriate response; the world is going mad. In my line of work as a nanny, not many things scares me, though the weight of responsibility is sobering. Have you ever seen a baby choking on food or a baby causally trying to lodge an … Continue reading Not Yet