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It’s 4:17 a.m. and I’ve officially reached that point where I’m not sure if I’m sweating or if the hotel air conditioning is just staging a mutiny against the fan I set to “High” in a desperate attempt to drown out my own thoughts. Spoiler alert: the fan lost. It whines like a mosquito stuck…

It’s 1:15 a.m. on a Saturday. I’m in a hotel room. Alone. I should be asleep, because that’s what people with functioning nervous systems do after a long day…but instead, I’m staring at the ceiling, arguing with my own brain. I was so proud of myself earlier. I fully embraced the introvert lifestyle. I avoided…

It’s 11:43 PM. I’m in a hotel room in DC. I should be asleep. But here I am, lying in bed while my brain hosts an unscheduled late-night talk show with zero commercial breaks. My body is tired. My eyes are tired. My brain? Absolutely thriving. It’s decided now is the perfect time to reflect…

So I laid down at 9:45 with every intention of being one of those people who says, “I try to get at least 8 hours of sleep.” Cute. It’s now 11:13, and not only am I wide awake, but I’ve mentally redecorated the house, planned five new careers, and emotionally committed to a dog I…

It’s 9:15 PM. I’ve been laying here for 45 minutes, staring into the darkness like some kind of insomniac philosopher, trying to sleep because I have to wake up at 5 AM and drive two hours and fifteen minutes to Memphis. You would think my brain would say, “Let’s rest, we’ve got a long day…

There’s a weight that lingers long after the offense. A heaviness that doesn’t always come from what was done to us, but from what we continue to carry. Anger, bitterness, unforgiveness. They feel like protection. They feel like control. They feel like justice. But what they really become is poison. And not for the person…

Today is Easter Sunday, a day rooted in the promise of resurrection, renewal, and redemption. For many, it’s a celebration of faith and the ultimate sacrifice made for us. But for those of us who have faced the weight of a conviction, Easter carries a deeper, more personal meaning. It mirrors our own journey from…

We talk a lot about second chances…about redemption, restoration, and rebuilding after failure. But what if someone never needed a second chance to begin with? What if what they needed was just one, a first chance extended with grace, belief, and opportunity? Every person you see behind bars, battling addiction, or stuck in a cycle…