This was originally on a website called, “Altarwork,” but sadly the site is no longer, so I am sharing it on the blog. It is what I read when I graduated from Seattle Pacific University in 2014.   The summer I was eleven I became a Christian, my best friend since I was five called me up to say she… View Post

“The remembrance of a childhood landscape is not mere nostalgia for what is lost and beyond my reach. It does not consist of longing to be back there, in the present; or of longing to be a child once more; or of wishing the world would not change. Rather it is an opportunity to be in touch again with the… View Post

The plan one Friday afternoon this summer, was to head to the pool for a couple of hours, and then go home because I had scheduled a phone call with a colleague to plan out a project we’d been brainstorming together for a while. We wanted to get some ideas down on paper. A few of my friends were there,… View Post

For Celena, on her birthday.   My best friend Celena and I made up code names for boys we wanted to talk about without others knowing. There was “The Algebra Problem,” that, thinking back on it probably wasn’t the best name choice because since when would I ever choose to talk about Algebra? “Purple Hat Boy” was the name we… View Post

Over beers with friends on a Friday evening, the topic of writing came up. I’m sure I brought it up, as it is mostly what I think about. I try to keep it under control – keep it from seeping out – especially around friends and family, but I was sitting next to a friend who has a family member… View Post