About

I used to think my life would look like pulpits, committees, and proper church clothes. Instead, it looks like a small house on a ridge in rural Tennessee, a wood stove, a mail route, and a dog who thinks she owns the holler.

I’m a queer, off-grid rural mail carrier who still believes in grace, even when the world is loud and stupid. This blog is my practice cushion: a place to sit down in words and pay attention to the main things — food, water, shelter, health, safety, love, hope, faith, kindness, justice, forgiveness, laughter, freedom.

You’ll find recipes, ridge weather, postal stories, grief, joy, and the occasional cuss word. Some days the posts are polished. Some days they’re just me, trying to tell the truth about a cold morning, a stubborn depression, or a small mercy.

I don’t promise daily anything. I do promise that what shows up here will be real. And I promise to keep looking for grace in the ordinary. If you’re here looking too, it will be a blessing to find it together.