

on truth telling.
hey sole sister, I’ve been processing a lot lately. I’m a woman so… obviously. I feel something bubbling up inside me and I want to share it with you. Each year, on my birthday, I pick a new word. I started when I was 25 and was facing graduation from graduate school, the associated unemployment that comes with carrying two degrees (anyone else been there? Just me? Ok cool), and what I foresaw in my future. I chose the word brave. And God threw me into the deep end of bravery


sole sister spotlight: grandma anne
Meet Anne Rooks (or as my friends and I like to call her - Grandma Anne)! This Sole Sister has been impacting the Wilmington community for over 60 years through her tremendous faith, her commitment to the next generation, and her loving family. I have the privilege of calling this beautiful woman of God my Grandmother… and my roomie! It’s hard to put all that she means to me and everyone in this community into just one blog post, so I am going to do my best to at least scratc


when you yell at god.
Once upon a time I yelled at God. Yup. you read that right. I (me) yelled (cussed) AT God. Now, before you throw stones or burn me at the stake, allow me to be just a little vulnerable and real with you. Lately, I’ve been a little frustrated with God. I’ve been walking through this season of brokenness and healing for what seems like more than enough time. In my finite mind, this situation should be over and done with. I’ve pled my case, cried my tears, walked my path, read