Red Tent Living

reframing femininity



Telling the Truth

Everything about the place said “welcome”: the rich red bricks of the exterior, the scent and sounds of the waterfront only a block away, the warm light falling on worn hardwood floors inside, and couches and chairs beckoning me to make myself at home. Continue reading “Telling the Truth”

For Always

Always tuck me in at night
To show me that you care Continue reading “For Always”

You are Always: A poem

There is never a moment where You don’t notice me Continue reading “You are Always: A poem”

Mason Jars

For me the first thing that comes to mind when I hear “always” is a marriage vow: God’s blessing on the sanctity of that union, and the concept of forever united as one. Continue reading “Mason Jars”


“Loser. Creep. Stupid.” The words stung as much as the icy wind that whipped at my face. Continue reading “Healer”

Be Held

“Your world’s not falling apart, it’s falling into place.

I’m on the throne, stop holding on and just be held.”

Casting Crowns Continue reading “Be Held”


I’m going through a time of personal growth. Continue reading “Hugs”

Maybe it’s just the wind

I remember the day my mother shared with me a little bit of her story as a young girl. Continue reading “Maybe it’s just the wind”


We were standing in the driveway on the first night of the Pure Heart women’s study. Continue reading “Intercourse”

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