When I first greet clients in the waiting area and take them back to my office whether it’s for our first or fortieth session they are usually feeling a combination of nervous, afraid, agitated, stressed, and any other possible emotion. If I were to try and plow full speed ahead into a deep conversation with
I remember the December of 2016 like it was yesterday. Five months prior to that time, I had just graduated from college with a fashion business degree. I had dreams of doing “great things”- not necessarily sure what those things were at the time, but I knew that if I kept walking in the right
The Oxford dictionary defines an unsung hero as, “a person who makes a substantive yet unrecognized contribution; a person whose bravery is unknown or unacknowledged.” Life is full of unsung heroes, people who will never be recognized fully or at all for the vital contributions they’ve made. An unsung hero is basically the opposite of
As some of you may have known I’ve had the privilege from time to time to contribute articles to various Christian online publications. One publication that is near and dear to my heart is Propel Women. When I lived in California I worked closely with this organization, and I love dearly the amazing crew of
It’s been a busy season to say the least. It’s not uncommon that Friday arrives and I can’t even remember how I got there. It’s like when you’re so deep in thought while you’re driving that you get a case of auto-pilot amnesia or something (totally just made that up), and can’t even remember how
At this same time last year I was in a quandary of sorts. I had been living in California for the last year and a half, and was two months shy of finishing my Counseling degree. For a year leading up to this point I had this mysterious but strong impression that something major was going to
It was a really cold Saturday afternoon in Chicago two weeks before Christmas, and I was doing what basically every other person in the city was doing–going Christmas shopping, of course. On this particular December day it was so cold that literally every time you stepped out of your warm car or house you just
In a few short weeks I will rejoin the ranks of America’s workforce. I’ve spent the better part of the last two and a half years serving as a missionary with my husband in the postage stamp sized country of Malawi, in Southern Africa. This fall we took a quick little jaunt over to the Philippines,
Moving to a big city has recently led me to contemplate social boundaries and their effects on connection. There are moments I wish they were more clearly established: like on the train, when I’m sitting between a man whose hands and face are covered in cheesy Pringles as he licks the powder out of the