This is me. I'm twenty-eight. I'm white (although my neighbor, Mama D, tells me not to say that about myself - I am, according to her, "light-skinned"). My hair is short and my legs are short. My eyes are green(ish) and, when I've been out in the sun, I have a smattering of freckles.

I've spent alot of my life trying to figure out who I am. My biography is your basic angsty story, filled with confusion, rebellion, repentance, and start-overs. I've tried out half-a-dozen different personas. I moved from being a sorority girl at a big state school to a brooding, chain-smoking philosophy student at a tiny liberal arts college to a research biologist to a real-estate analyst to a theology graduate student to an urban youth worker. This last role is where I am now. It is where I've been led after years and years of searching for the right fit. It is the first time in my life I feel like I'm doing something that's worth sharing with people, the first time I feel like I have something to say that's worth hearing. Thus the creation of this space.

My hope for the writing I will post on here is that it will accurately and powerfully communicate the beauty of the children I work with. Each one of them is an incredibly precious creation, and is greatly loved, and considered invaluable, by their Creator. We need to recognize that and respond appropriately. We need to support these children, giving them everything they need to become healthy, happy, God-fearing adults.