In school, we were often given an image to serve as inspiration for a creative writing piece. Usually the only restraints would be a word goal, or page length. I used to love these tasks. One time when I was twelve, my teacher handed out this image of a woman who was... Continue Reading →
What do those three words mean, exactly? Or, I guess, more accurately: what are you trying to tell me when you say those words?
'A leader is a dealer in hope.' - Napoleon Bonaparte When it comes to leadership we often want what we can't handle. There's a misunderstanding in church that to be a leader means to be front and centre every Sunday. But we can't lead without the respect for the leadership we don't value.... Continue Reading →
In high school there was something that really bothered me a lot, it was the concept of love and why some people would reply 'you must be blind' when you told them 'you're beautiful'; but I soon realised that half our insecurites weren't our truth, it was a truth people had built for us. It's... Continue Reading →
For as long as I can remember I had a monster growing at the edge of my life, he towered over my self-esteem and beat me down everytime I tried to tell the truth about who I was. Crazy thing is that monster still exists but every day his spine grows weaker, as I grow... Continue Reading →
That very first moment where pen meets paper, where ink meets page, forever changing how that page is seen is daunting, powerful, and incredibly freeing.
Everyone has an opinion. Some are more vocal about it than others, some hold opinions that may align with facts more than others, but everybody has them. Opinions are good – natural even. From where you stand, what you’ve seen and heard, it follows that you are going to put what you know together –... Continue Reading →