A Letter To My Future Child: Finding Where You Belong

Dear Future Child, I am writing to you from my college dorm in Kansas. I am not from here, but it feels like home. My other home, my childhood house and city is 200 miles away. Someday, I am hoping to move to Arizona, a warm, sunny place, where you might even be born. I’m not sure where my true home is or if I know what it feels like, but I get glimpses here and there. Home isn’t a place, dear child. It’s a feeling. And I’m hoping that through my letters, my other writings, and my instructions to … Continue reading A Letter To My Future Child: Finding Where You Belong

A Letter To My Future Child: Five Things Money Can’t Buy

Dear Future Child, What I’m about to share is something I struggle with, but I’m not alone. I’m going to do everything I can to teach you how to overcome this problem, so you don’t have the same struggles that Mom does. Dad will be happy I’m sharing this with you. Money isn’t everything, even though it often seems like it is. Money buys nice cars, diamond earrings, new dresses, sparkly shoes, healthy food, restaurant food, big houses, and fun trips. It buys important things like education, good health, and professional help when you can’t do something on your own. … Continue reading A Letter To My Future Child: Five Things Money Can’t Buy

Safety: A Letter to My Future Child

Dear Future Child, I hope you know how much you deserve. You deserve to feel happiness, feel peace, feel love, and most of all, you deserve to feel safe. Maybe safety is a combination of all of these feelings. I want you to experience safety the most of all, because if you feel safe, you have a clear mind to manifest joy. If you feel safe, you don’t have to worry about fear. If you feel safe, you’ll be open to giving and receiving love. However, reaching this so-called paradise of safety isn’t always easy, and I’m writing this to … Continue reading Safety: A Letter to My Future Child

Writing: 12 DOG

Today is officially a holiday, but I planned the series this way. Writers don’t take days off, unless we suffer from a deadly case of a creative block. I would honestly rather get the flu than writer’s block. And to tie everything together, on this 12th day of gratitude, I am going to express my love for writing (as if you didn’t already know). Summary of my writing life: Fourth grade: We would write as a class nearly everyday for an hour. I first discovered what a true passion felt like when I would experience a deep sadness every time … Continue reading Writing: 12 DOG