One word at a time.

I love the quiet ferocity of the sea. There is something magical and yet menacing in the wet, briny air, silver at dawn, and deep…

Today I wore a pair of threadbare yoga pants and an unembellished oversized sweatshirt. I have yet to shower, and the pallor of my face…

I could feel the familiar catch in my throat, and the sting of tears in my eyes as the noise of the room grew in…

There are things my heart and mind will never be in concert over. The death of someone I loved is one of those things. Human nature…

II am Lori, living a messy, gritty, growing, and redemptive story. A solo mother to five beautiful human beings, I am staring head-on into an empty nest, a bittersweet new chapter. I am a woman of faith, restless, chaotically creative, and living unapologetically on the bright side of broken. I love deeply, heal honestly and live with holy purpose. God doesn’t take you through something without a reason and that reason usually becomes the most important part of your story. Welcome to bits and pieces of mine.