Just a girl, someday a wife; the letter series

Two Saturdays ago, I introduced the new weekly series I will be doing regarding letters I wrote to my husband during my dating hiatus after college, and how they helped prepare me for marriage. I didn’t know him yet, but you can find the explanation as to why on my first post. Each week, I will be posting a letter and a little insight into each of them, in the hopes that someone out there who may be struggling like[Read more]

10 Reasons I’m Obsessed with Writing

*This post is part four of an eight week series by Janet Brent at the Purple Panda Posse It’s no secret that I have been writing my entire life. From the age of six, where I received my first diary, right up through elementary school. I probably got busted as often in high school for writing non-class related assignments as I did in public school for reading during class (which was pretty much at least once an hour). I wrote[Read more]

September Ipsy Glam Bag Review

Although I love my make-up and love playing around with it, I’ve never really been one to blow a lot of money on it; particularly not since getting married. I’ve often sacrificed any kind of quality makeup at all for the cheap stuff from Ardene’s, Claire’s, or some of the really cheap brands at Walmart and Shopper’s. Unfortunately, that usually means either it doesn’t last very long, or sometimes doesn’t look the greatest. So in July when a friend posted[Read more]

My mental illness taught me to fight for myself

If you asked me 15 years ago, 10 years ago, 5 years ago, I would have scoffed at the notion. All my Bipolar did was set me up for failure. Failure is an interesting thing — especially when the root comes from something you have no control over. It tends to do one of three things: cause you to give up, cause you to give in, or cause you to stand up and fight. I wish I could say I[Read more]

Prosperity Gospel vs Gospel Prosperity

The Prosperity Gospel is not a new concept. When the idea of televangelists first started to take over our tv’s, prosperity gospel seemed to go hand in hand with them. (If you haven’t seen John Oliver’s hilarious video on the topic, check it out here). Of course, John Oliver highlights some of the most ridiculous, obvious forms of prosperity gospel, but it highlights a problem that runs rampant through the Church today, often in milder, almost unnoticeable forms. Prosperity Gospel[Read more]

Writing letters changed my perspective

Growing up, I was never the pretty girl, never the one the boys had a crush on. I had a few boyfriends through high school, but nothing serious. Whether or not they actually even liked me that way can be questioned for several. I was insecure. I was always chubby, and I was always the outcast. Combined with my depression, I felt worthless. I know our parents try to teach us that our worth is not determined by what boys[Read more]

Brightening Tanzanian children’s futures

*This article appeared in the Orangeville Citizen Newspaper on September 10, 2015 Child sponsorship advertisements often tell us that for approximately a dollar a day, we have the power to change the life of a child in a poverty-stricken country. While it may be hard to fathom, there is a lot of truth to this message, which seems to be used by every organization seeking sponsorship. For one Orangeville resident, the experience of seeing how a little bit of funding[Read more]

The power of words

It was around grade 7 or 8 when I first became aware that my love of writing was more than just a passion. Teachers had begun to notice the flare I had for the written word, and my capability to convey things concisely and clearly; often moreso than my classmates. I was always writing; scribbling away in a notebook and taking what time my parents allowed me on the computer to pound out the stories that were dancing around in[Read more]

Tonight, are you willing to save a life?

It was Christmas Eve of the year 2000, and the night couldn’t have gone more horribly wrong. I stared at my image in the mirror; blotchy red spots, a tear-streaked face, and eyes that hadn’t sparkled in months. The bags under my eyes were massive, and the crushing feeling in my chest left me feeling like I was suffocating. My parents and I had fought over dishes, but it felt like so much more to me. Just one more thing[Read more]

Finding my soapbox

When I first started into the blogging world I was a dramatic teenager, pouring my soul out to strangers on Xanga and Livejournal, long before blogging was a ‘thing’. As a college student, I stepped out of my comfort zone and started publishing blog posts about things that actually mattered, though I can’t take credit for the sudden change. It was a class assignment, and I was doing what I needed to get my marks. When the school portion was[Read more]