A Rose For Becky


The Sunday before Thanksgiving, my aunt Becky passed away. She was the fourth of five daughters. She was a Michigan fan. She loved M&Ms and Mountain Dew and Arby’s. She had Down Syndrome. The funeral hall was packed.

I sat in the second row, behind my parents and other aunts and uncles, and listened as people shared with us their memories of Becky. They listed the amazing ways she had impacted their lives. She was joyful, playful, and ticklish. She loved Jesus. She lived by a schedule. She watched Knight Rider and The Waltons. She loved to scrapbook and put stickers on her closet door. And she had a bulletin board with photos of all her favorite people.

My aunt Becky had Down Syndrome, but her medical chart isn’t what everyone at the funeral remembered about her. They remembered how she lived: with a constant passion for the things and people that she loved.

“People are people…” ~Dr. Suess


Fueled By Coffee


This was a self portrait I took last spring for my photography class. It’s pretty self explanatory. I am practically obsessed with coffee! That’s why for my following assignment, our final project, I chose to photograph different kinds of coffee in different mugs and different places.

I will be sharing a dozen of these photos with you in a series I’m starting next week, called “COFFEE.” You might need to grab a mug of your own next time you sit down to view my blog. I’ll probably have one on this end, too!



Sometimes we tell lies to the people who are closest to us. Sometimes we tell lies to ourselves.

We need to remember that we are all broken people. The only difference is what it is that breaks us. You might be broken by addiction. You might be broken by depression or anxiety, or both. You might be broken by an eating disorder. You might be broken by stress. You might be broken by your past. You might be broken… you probably are.

Don’t let the brokenness become something that consumes your life. It’s a very powerful force, but not so powerful that you can’t conquer it (with help). My help is Jesus Christ. I am affected by my brokenness on a daily basis, multiple times a day. I have to turn to my savior for help. Sometimes it feels as if he’s too far away, but other times it feels like he’s standing right beside me, ready to fight. And he helps me fight these battles.

Sometimes the help you need is just knowing you’re not alone. But you have to let others know that you’re struggling so that they can come and stand beside you. So please, stop telling lies. You don’t have to be OK. Because, really, none of us would be without Christ.



A bundle of lovely flowers from my beau (pronounced [boh]). I really enjoyed setting this photoshoot up, as I came up with the idea to use a couple of the vintage suitcases I have sitting around that I use for general storage. I loved the contrast of the pink flowers to the light and dark blue cases!