One word at a time.
Working with adolescent girls is holy work. I watch, hushed and reverent, as these young women wander through the wilds of becoming, their hearts marked by invisible bruises, wounds without names. In a single afternoon, they are fierce and fragile, bold and uncertain, sunlight and shadow braided together. Eyes the…

I am afraid of snakes but it isn’t quite that elementary. Were my consternation solely focused on elongated limbless reptiles, life would be far less…

Keith loved the weather. He could innately discern the distant mutter of an approaching storm and his senses were inexplicably keen to the faint suggestion…

I have the soul of a wanderer I suppose. My heart is keenly convinced that wonder does not live in cold, predictable and tidy. It…

For the adolescents in my nest everything seems too big. There is no context or perspective, only borderless heartache and unrestrained delight. Through the lens…

I’m Lori.
I’m living a messy, gritty, growing, and beautifully redemptive story. I’m a solo mom to five incredible human beings, standing at the edge of an empty nest and learning to embrace the bittersweet beauty of a new season.
I’m a woman of deep faith, endlessly curious, chaotically creative, and unapologetically living on the bright side of broken. I believe healing is holy, grace changes everything, and the places that once nearly undid us often become the very places God uses to tell His greatest stories.
I’ve learned that God rarely wastes our pain. He doesn’t lead us through something without purpose, and more often than not, the very thing we wished we could skip becomes the most meaningful part of our story.
This is a place for honest essays about faith, motherhood, loss, hope, healing, and finding God in ordinary moments. These are simply bits and pieces of my story—shared in the hope that somewhere within them, you’ll recognize a little of your own.
Welcome. I’m so glad you’re here.