Discovering the World and Myself

Are you looking for someone who understands the joys and challenges of motherhood and shares a heart for adoption, faith, and identity? You’re in the right place. I’m a mother, adoptee advocate, blogger, worship leader, proud Cambodian, and Starbucks enthusiast — and here, I share reflections shaped by these parts of who I am. I hope you’ll join me on this journey and find a community where you truly belong.

From journal entries to photo essays, I try to capture what life actually feels like. It’s not about perfection — it’s about presence.

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Stories That Stay With You

Each post captures a piece of life. Sometimes it’s a full story, sometimes just a single moment — but always something real.

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Musings

A space for reflections, stories, and the words that help make sense of life’s harder and more beautiful moments.

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Music

I was made for this. There’s a well in my soul, and You’re filling it. All my heart sings, “I am Yours,” as my spirit lifts to You from my vocal cords.

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Featured Photos

A few of my favorite captures — moments that didn’t need words.

Recent Posts

  • When Silence Becomes the System: IBLP and Purity Culture

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    Another Duggar has been arrested on molestation charges.https://www.nytimes.com/2026/03/18/us/joseph-duggar-arrest-child-sex-abuse.html When the news broke, you bet I’d be writing about it again—not from a place of condemnation, but from the perspective of someone who has experienced harm and is still navigating my faith in light of it. At some point, it stops…

  • Political Theater

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    I’m not a Trump supporter. I haven’t been. And acknowledging something done well in a speech doesn’t suddenly make me one. In fact, a lot of what I’ve seen in his leadership and character concerns me. What I saw that night said less about immigration policy and more about something…

  • The Quiet Grief of Friendship Breakups

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    For much of my life, I believed something was wrong with me because friendships kept ending. When someone distanced themselves or a friendship fell apart, I assumed the common denominator had to be me. Part of that belief didn’t come from nowhere—it was something I had been told about myself…