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Continue reading →: One For the GirlsFemale friendships are so special. They are forged in this strange mix of tenderness and fierceness that I feel is unique to us. In our younger years, there’s a possessiveness that comes with the phrase “best friend”; it’s an honored title that isn’t handed out willy nilly. As we grow…
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Continue reading →: The Despair of DesireHow dare he. How dare he deny me. I stood there as it replayed in my mind like a cruel memory: the look in his eyes, the recoil of his body, the feeling of his weight as he struggled; how I almost fell backwards as I clutched at his cloak…
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Continue reading →: The Girl Who’s Going to Be OkayThere’s this trope or trend on TikTok where the protagonist, a young woman on the cusp of independence and transformation, stops and turns towards the camera while looking off into the distance, sighs, and smiles. There’s hopeful music in the background, and by the look on her face and the…
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Continue reading →: Hello, You.Strangely enough, I’m not really one to share any kind of end-of-the-year thoughts and reflections. For all the times I feel compelled to share powerful emotions that come during the year, I just never feel like I know how to wrap it up, nor do I have any desire to…
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Continue reading →: Trying To Catch That Christmas FeelingDo you remember what Christmas was like when we were kids? The excitement of being allowed to stay up til the wee hours of the morning, the constant clatter of spoons and forks on dishes, the chitter chatter of grown-ups about boring grown up things. You and your cousins run…
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Continue reading →: UncleanIt was so wrong, me being here in this crowd, touching so many people. I knew that each person who grazed me now carried my unworthiness, and if they knew of my dark shame, I would be punished severely. You are unclean, they’ve said to me for the past twelve…
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Continue reading →: Are You Mad At Me, God?The date on the piece of paper I was holding was February 7, 2024. It was written on my 39th birthday, at the first YAMO service of the year. My husband is the pastor of the young adults ministry of our church, Lighthouse Christian Community, and this year he started…
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Continue reading →: Pulling At the Seams, UnravellingI racked my brain hard for his name. What is happening? Why isn’t my brain working? I had just seen him a couple weeks prior, and yet when I was trying to, I could not conjure up his name. I have been friends with this person for years and yet…
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Continue reading →: Perspective From the In-BetweensI stared at the curtains for a few minutes. The room was still dark but I could see a little sliver of light in between the panels. It was 7AM, and I had hit the snooze button 3 times already, because I couldn’t get myself to wake up my snoring…
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Continue reading →: SafetyAs I looked out the car window and enjoyed the blur of the city lights whizzing past us, I felt safe. We were on our way back to the company Christmas party after going for a quick convenience store run, and I had enough alcohol in me to make me…
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I’m Kris
Wife to an amazing man and mother to two crazy kids I would burn the whole world down for. I love to write, and so I write. I also love to draw, but I’m not very good at it. I do real estate and own a business. It’s a lot. And it’s a mess, sorry I didn’t have time to fix up. Come in, but watch your step! There’s probably some spilled snacks on the floor. And some Legos. But that’s okay, the couch is cozy and the coffee is hot. Let’s make chika!
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