An Invitation to Sit with Me

Whether you’ve been here since the first musing or just pulled up a seat recently, I welcome you. Here’s why I started writing—and why I keep showing up.

It all started with a whisper. A whisper from God, two years ago.

I’ve always been an overachiever—someone who never sat still, always being pushed and pulled into greater heights. I remember it so clearly: third grade, Third Street Elementary School, in the Hancock Park area of Los Angeles. Our class created imaginary countries as a project—complete wit…