My name is Faith, and this is my little piece of the Internet.
I was born and raised in the Carolinas, but came to England when I was in college and met a man with black hair and eyes that wrinkled when he laughed, even at 21.
I married him, and we live together about 40 minutes north of London, in a small town that is really nothing special, but where special things happen. This is where we started a family. This is where I started a business. This is where we grieved the loss of one of our best friends. This is where Simon leads a radical charity that serves people the rest of the world has deemed hopeless cases.
And all along, this is where I have written it down.
In the mornings and at night, I bake and do laundry and wipe Weetabix from the faces of our two little boys. I also make the most incredible blondies you’ve ever tasted.
During the hours of 9:30am and 3pm, I write and take pictures. I’m a once-journalist who turned into a photographer, and an always writer of essays about love and motherhood and marriage and my own white-knuckled deathgrip on Hope.
Stories matter to me. And while I’ll always choose what happens away from a screen over what’s happening in it, I still spend some time here and here, telling stories, because for some reason I’m still trying to explain, it feels important.
To read my blog, click here.
To see my photography work, click here.
To hire me to write something, click here.
To come away with me on the Sanctuary Retreat, click here.
To read about how a girl from North Carolina fell in love with a boy from London, click here.