Browse by:

messes to vessels

Peter. If you’ve read any part of the New Testament, specifically the Four Gospels, you know this name. One of Jesus’ disciples, Peter was always the one doing or saying the wrong thing. He was the one I found myself forgetting the name of during a story to then finish reading it and thinking to…

feet flops // loves cops

Learning fact: people with Down syndrome have hypotonia (low muscle tone). Because of this, they are often “floppier” and more flexible, and their feet have a way of slapping the ground when they walk. As a result, Matthew’s walk is quite distinctive, and even at age 20, he can pull both of his feet behind…

when God hits ‘save’

I remember within the first few months of dating my husband, he asked me about my dreams, my plans, the calls I believe God had placed on my life. I watched his eyes grow wide as I shared one of them – my heart for the nation of China – and I stated that I…

no tears left to cry

I was told that after childbirth, your body changes. Like your actual DNA shifts to produce differences beyond the size and shape of your tummy. I think that’s really remarkable. You literally will not be the same after having a baby. One of the first things I noticed post-birth was my hair color had darkened.…

ten items that revolutionized my year

I usually enter into the new year thinking about all the people, places, and experiences I was blessed with the year before, but rarely do I wrap up a year thinking back on the things it brought me. 2018 was different. I made some personal purchases that were revolutionary to my wellbeing, and I wanted…

arch flat // name Matt

HAPPY DOWN SYNDROME AWARENESS MONTH! Who doesn’t love October?! DS awareness is just one more reason for this month to be your favorite. I am the sibling of an individual with Down syndrome, and the future adoptive mama of another. Friend to some, teacher to others, jiejie to others still. Down syndrome blesses me daily.…

from a woman with a son,

Yes, it’s true. I look behind me more than once when I walk/run by any man older than 14. No matter his clothes, his race, whether he too is walking, running, biking. I always check behind me. I have chosen to dress more uncomfortably during my runs in the heat to prevent cat-calls and honks…

what is up with all this?

That may be what you’re thinking, and because I promised transparency here, I suppose I should share the WHY behind all this crazy blog posting/Facebook page inviting/Instagram name changing madness. Reason one: I genuinely want my writing to R E A C H people. In part, I write for myself. It feels good, it’s fun,…