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the autoimmune hippie.

tales of a writer, her adorable little fam jam, the world's most fabulous weenie dog, grace, travel, love, life, and dealing with a rare and incurable autoimmune disease.


  • June 9, 2022

    flu.

    flu.

    I had a fabulous time with my people at Southern Christian Writers Conference last weekend. It was so good to see everyone and I learned so much. ❤ Unfortunately, after we all got home, several among us have gotten really sick with the dread C-19 – and we are all praying that our friends mend […]

  • May 28, 2022

    a grief that can’t be spoken.

    a grief that can’t be spoken.

    There is no ranking of mass casualty – and all of the massacres that we continue to witness defy all humanity. Even with that knowledge though, my heart and my head keep turning to Uvalde, thinking about it, reading what has happened, praying over these children and teachers and families, trying to understand. This feels […]

  • May 22, 2022

    seeing the miracle of my orchids.

    seeing the miracle of my orchids.

    I’ve turned into quite the plant lady during this pandemic and my planting and porch gardening are soothing in ways I never expected. It is calming for this *very* anxious soul – whose anxiety (like everyone else’s) has certainly intensified times a thousand since March of 2020. (And my Sara Bug has JUST sent me […]

  • May 20, 2022

    emily dickinson was a baker.

    emily dickinson was a baker.

    Growing up, whenever I was assigned to write a biographical report on a historical figure, I would always choose female writers and poets. I wrote about Sylvia Plath, Anais Nin, The Bronte Sisters, Emily Dickinson. . . As I’ve returned to school intending to one day teach literature, I look forward to teaching the works […]

  • May 19, 2022

    and now it’s time to dance.

    and now it’s time to dance.

    In the past several days, I’ve wrapped up my spring semester – and I am deeply grateful to have made President’s List grades this term. It was very *very* stressful at times with the sepsis/surgery/weeklong hospitalization that found me unexpectedly midterm. Managing to finish well was purely God’s grace, amazing professors, my wonderful family, and […]

  • May 4, 2022

    heavy & honest things.

    heavy & honest things.

    The notes for this post have grown – and found several unexpected turns – in the past few weeks as I’ve been wrapping up Spring Semester. It’s always a wild ride at the end of term – but this one especially since I had some pretty substantial hospital and sick time so I had projects […]

  • April 23, 2022

    what is this life. . . (from a grateful little spoonie)

    what is this life. . . (from a grateful little spoonie)

    Some 25 years ago, high school senior Miranda saved my Mississippi State letters and goodies from trips over to visit campus in my scrapbook (that is now a bit, umm, aged – like its owner. hehe). Later, I would be so upset when I didn’t get to go – and I certainly could have never […]

  • April 15, 2022

    he made green.

    he made green.

    And the moon is a sliver of silverLike a shaving that fell on the floor of a Carpenter’s shopAnd every house must have it’s builderAnd I awoke in the house of GodWhere the windows are mornings and eveningsStretched from the sunAcross the sky north to southAnd on my way to early meetingI heard the rocks […]

  • April 13, 2022

    there goes my hero.

    there goes my hero.

    With the recent passing of Taylor Hawkins of Foo Fighters (a tremendous and heartbreaking loss), Ryan Bingham posted this beautiful, haunting cover of “My Hero” that has been in my head since I heard it. It has stayed with me as I had the opportunity – a dream really – to be on a Zoom […]

  • April 12, 2022

    feeling the ill part of this chronic business.

    feeling the ill part of this chronic business.

    I’ve been chasing myself these past several days since discharge, getting caught up with school from the hospital while these antibiotics are kicking my arse and I am so freaking tired (it never fails). That said, I was on the phone with my husband while he was at work one day last week when my […]

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