Trena Tackitt

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Sometimes I wonder how many prayer cards I've burned.

The smell of almond extract and chocolate filled the kitchen as I sat, sipping my coffee over my journal. I'd come to love Sunday...

'Creatures in Heaven', painted a vibrant, undulating wash of violets and pinks inside my head, making my temples tickle pleasantly where the shokz made direct contact with my skin. Beside me, the giant's chest rose and fell as his soft, metered breaths blended seamlessly into the melody, falling into perfect rhythm the same way he'd fallen into my life. Much like the angel before him, he had been an unexpected twist, yet it somehow felt completely natural, like the next stanz

January 11th is Human Trafficking Awareness Day. While wearing blue in support of survivors is something many choose to do, please...

Emily Dickenson once described Hope as "a feathered thing that perches on the soul"- I've come to think of her more as a WWE wrestler or a boxer, nose bloodied and knuckles bruised, spitting out a tooth, her eyes glinting with fiery determination as she rises for another round.

I still remember waiting for the year 2000 to start.

The first time I went to Russia, my aunt bought me an icon as a gift from Sergiyev Posad. About 6 inches tall, it depicts the virgin Mary in her signature blue veil, with baby Jesus in one hand and a cluster of white lillies in the other. The gold lettering shimmers in the light, so I have the icon hanging where the sunlight catches it when I wake up in the morning.

Even the smallest tree can be beautiful. Merry Christmas to all; never forget the reason for the season! ❤️ "May the God of hope fill you...

"Is that a different canvas?" "Yeah." I brushed the eraser crumbs off the white rectangle on my lap, then blew softly over the sketch I'd...