on coming home

I hated Anderson when I moved there four years ago. HATED it. Like cried in the shower every night and gave myself stomach ulcers because the thought of having to spend one more single day there stressed me out so much. I lost track of how many times over the years I filled out transfer… Continue reading on coming home


I didn’t find my husband at christian college

In a few weeks I'll graduate from Anderson, move home for the summer and be off to graduate school in the fall. I spent four years here and I found a lot of things: my passions, my best friends and, arguably, myself. One thing I didn't find, though, is a boy. I know those of… Continue reading I didn’t find my husband at christian college