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31/12/2025

Poem of the Week 12/31/25: “Rest in Pieces”

Hello again, friends. I have missed having energy for this page, and I hope to pick back up with weekly poems again soon. As I reflect on 2025, I found this poem I wrote in my notes app a few weeks ago. A week before Christmas, we buried my grandfather. A month before that, I had emergency surgery for a routine procedure gone wrong. And amid all the chaos, my husband and I bought our first home. Through hills and valleys, God has been present through it all, yet I still feel in pieces. Behind the scenes, I know He has a plan for the pain and the grief, but it’s hard to see in the middle of it all. As I walk into 2026, I pray for discernment to see His grand plan among pain and suffering, to see His will among it all. I pray the same for you.
#2026

07/10/2025

Poem of the Week 10/7/25: "September Green"

“September Green” was written during a nature walk with my high school creative writing students. While I have taken a month hiatus from my own work, I have been working with so many talented young authors who have a genuine love for writing. I have enjoyed seeing their faces brighten as they pass me a notebook with a newfound revision to a poem. Though I have missed my own writing, I have found joy in my students’ creation. Their excitement and love for the craft beacons me to write again, to find the life amid piles of dead leaves.

01/09/2025

Poem of the Week 8/31/25: "Flood Me"

“The floods have lifted up, O Lord , The floods have lifted up their voice; The floods lift up their waves. The Lord on high is mightier Than the noise of many waters, Than the mighty waves of the sea.” (Ps. 93.3-4 NKJV)

We read Psalm 93 in church today, and the lines quoted above struck me during this busy season of my life. Over the past month, I finished my second year of graduate school, wrote a book, became the middle school cross country coach, started a job at a new school, and put an offer on a house. Right now, life is a flood. Though most of my flood is good career and life growth, my days are still overwhelming. Yet, as my pastor preached today, in our floods, God is still there. Often, He is working in our floods, uprooting things in our lives to make room for His good plan. Though we can’t see God in the middle of drowning, we must remember He is still there, guiding our waters toward His will. As a new school year starts and a new routine sets in, I am putting my trust in God to lead me through the waters.

30/07/2025

Poem of the Week 7/29/25: “Soggy Sneakers”

As a running coach, I often hear my athletes complain about soggy sneakers on our early morning runs. I usually tell them that it’s a good thing to have our feet christened with morning dew. To get up early and run in the fields is to feel alive.

17/07/2025

Poem of the Week 7/17/25: “Night Ocean” published in Spring Literary Journal

To read the rest of this poem, buy the journal through the link on my website!

I was blessed to have my poem “Night Ocean” included with so many other beautiful poems and stories for 2025 theme “Living in Wonder.” Their theme this year really resonated with me as I often use my poetry to pause and admire God’s world. This poem reflects my experience as a young child vacationing in Florida at my grandparents’ condo. The moment we got there, I would always find the bubble wand, run to the balcony, and blow bubbles over the night tide. To this day, I still am in awe by the ocean and can stare at the waves for hours. I’m constantly amazed by the beauty of this world, yet I constantly forget to praise God for creating it. As the summer begins to wind down into August, take time to admire God’s world and don’t forget to praise Him for it.

12/07/2025

Poem of the Week 7/12/25: “Maple Magic” published in “Mirage”

To read the rest of this poem, visit the link on my website!

This May, I wrote a poem about my family’s maple syrup farm for spring issue “Mirage.” My family has been making maple syrup for over fourteen years. We started by boiling only a few gallons on an old wood-burning stove all day. My dad described the process as “an all-day boiling just to get a little pint.” The process is a mirage. You gather gallon after gallon of sap, assuming the yield will be gallons of syrup. However, now that we’ve increased production, we typically get only three gallons of syrup from 180 gallons of sap. As I’m sheltered inside from the summer heat, I long for maple syrup season in early spring, watching magic as sap turns to sugar amid spring snow.

08/07/2025

Poem of the Week 7/7/25: “Rising”

Though I live thousands of miles away, I am devastated by the news of the Guadeloupe River rising. Seeing pictures of the girls from Camp Mystic has left me heartbroken as a former camp counselor. It’s so hard to praise God in tragedy. Sometimes, it’s impossible. Pray for the victims and families of Texas. Ask for God’s presence in moments that feel void of good.

01/07/2025

Poem of the Week 7/1/25: “Marriage in Our Twenties”

Today is my husband and my two-year wedding anniversary. My husband and I are high school sweethearts and have been dating since 2019. We were just kids when we first met, and honestly, we still are. We’ve grown a lot together, learning that life isn’t picture perfect. We’ve learned that we have to work really hard for what we want and what we love, and both of us have worked hard for each other and the life we want someday. However, sometimes we forget to stop working for the future and appreciate the life we have now. It’s hard to do in an apartment when we both grew up in the country. But in the end, we’re doing life together which is what we always wanted. There will always be greener grass, but no matter where life takes us, we’re blessed to have each other.

24/06/2025

Poem of the Week 6/23/25: “Cicada Summers”

If you’ve never seen a cicada brood hatch and start singing in June, it’s an apocalyptic experience. This year Brood XIV hatched and started singing while we visited Bellefonte, PA last week. You could hear the cicadas sing in waves and see them swarm from tree to tree as if they were small flocks of birds. And the WORST part is that they dive bomb people. After some research, I learned that cicadas don’t intentionally attack people; instead, they sometimes mistake people for trees or bump into them because they are clumsy flyers. They’re essentially harmless even though they are zombie-like moths that emerge from holes in the ground every 17 years. As I watched the swarms out our cabin window, I wondered why on earth God created such a thing. I’ll have to add this to my list of questions for Him at a later date. If you live near State College, PA, please give the cicadas some grace. They’re only teenagers looking for love.

16/06/2025

Poem of the Week 6/15/25: “Dribble Castles”

My dad taught me how to make dribble castles when I was young, and I often associate memories of our beach trips with these drippy towers of sand and water. Enjoy this short haiku to celebrate a small memory I share with my dad. I hope you take the time to remember the good moments with your dad as well this Father’s Day.

11/06/2025

Poem of the Week 6/11/25: “Cottonwood Wind”

Trying to find the beauty during this allergy season! Though I’m sneezing, the cottonwood fuzzies are beautiful.

26/05/2025

Poem of the Week 5/26/25: “Remember Me”

As you enjoy your day off this Memorial Day, remember those who have died to keep us free.

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