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…

There is something about Louisiana in the odd uneven throes of August. Despite the muggy heat, the Mississippi Delta air is surprisingly pleasant, soft like…

Ivy Jane was not like other little girls. With coffee-colored curls and rich mahogany skin, she had a magnetic way of commanding a room. Behind…

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’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.