Thoughts and Adventures of a Theatre Kid

My heart has been heavy this last week.  Every time I've logged onto social media I hear and see something to do with all that's been happening at the border.  It causes me to feel all sorts of emotions not the least of which has been anger and outrage at what's been going on. I'm sure most all of you have heard by now about what's happening at our boarders.  Families are being ripped apart as soon as they cross over, seeking safety in our country and fleeing the violence in theirs.  Except they don't exactly find the safety they were looking for here.  Thanks to the Zero Tolerance Policy that has been put in place by our president, it no longer matters whether or not these people are seeking safety and/or asylum- they are all being treated as criminals, being put into prisons and being deported.  This is wrong.  This is not okay.  It needs to stop.  I can't even say "this is not who we are" because sadly, it is and has been.  Our history as a co

There are some who might wonder why I go to church so often.  Some might wonder why I still go while others might wonder why I go to the church I go to.  And still more may wonder how I can believe what I believe and go to church.  I can tell you it is NOT because I'm super religious.  Let me tell you why I go. I love the church I go to.  I love the people who go there.  I feel loved and safe and accepted for all of me.  They are my people; my community; my adopted family.  Highlands church has become all of these things for me as well as Left Hand church.  I go because I feel alive every Sunday and I truly love the songs and the worship and the sermons they give.  It makes me think.  Every Sunday (and sometimes Saturdays) I make the journey there not out of a sense of duty or religiousness but purely because I want to and for the joy I feel surrounded by people I love.  No obligations felt here- just love and community- and I wouldn't miss going for the world.  These two pla

A month ago I had the amazing privilege of being able to go to a conference through my church.  The name of this conference was "She Is Called".  It was awesome to be surrounded by so many powerful woman in various roles of leadership and you would be hard-pressed to not be in awe and amazement of all the wonderful things that were happening there.  I would say it was one of those moments in time which you might call significant.  I'm still processing everything that went on there.  I call that weekend significant for a few reasons. Some of you from my college days may recall my story of becoming a theatre major.  For those of you who may not be aware, the summer after my sophomore year of college I went on a trip to Albania and had what some may call a "mountaintop experience"- literally.  It was from the terror and awe I felt atop that mountain in Albania that the next three weeks I kept hearing/feeling that I needed to change majors from graphic design to