Author: brittany

Lakeside Lonnie

Lakeside Lonnie

I’ve been thinking a lot lately of a fictional character named “Lakeside Lonnie” who has turned out to be not so fictional. Confused? Let me catch you up to speed. A few weeks ago,...

Roaches…yumm?

Roaches…yumm?

When my son, Micah, was a little over one year old, we lived in West Texas. In that corner of the country, we encounter a strange foe that Utahans do not face very often…roaches....

All the way to Pluto and back again…

All the way to Pluto and back again…

Do you know what gets me? My four-year-old’s big brown eyes and my one-year-old boy’s little lips when he purses them together to make a whistle sound. Then there are those deep-belly laughs that...

Tick-tock

Tick-tock

I used to have dreams about the past. I was haunted by them at times because they were often about people that had died, a friend that was dear to me, a grandpa that...

Stinky Feet

Stinky Feet

I have this silly quirk to my personality that gives me an aversion to feet, so over seven years ago, when Britton and I had just gotten married, I distinctly remember telling me that...

Awe

Awe

My fingers pressed against the cool glass as I waited, the blue salt water just on the other side of the pane. The show wouldn’t start for fifteen minutes, but my family and I...

Gospel Truth

Gospel Truth

For the past month, God has kept me silent in a lot of ways. He has had me listening, observing, and taking in all that is around me. He has met me often and...

Self-Portrait

Self-Portrait

It’s been years ago since I sat alone on the hard wooden stool in the art room of my high school hunched over my self-portrait in frustration. My figure looked lifeless in the purple...

Context

If you spend anytime around my husband, Britton, you will notice something pretty quickly; he is a drummer. There are always beats playing through his mind that he spills out to those around him...

The Roundabout

The Roundabout

On the red-brick streets that grid the downtown area of my hometown, Lubbock, Texas, there is  one intersection that’s decorated with an odd circle of raised cement plopped right in the middle of it....