Legacy

“If ever there comes a time when the women of the world come together purely and simply for the benefit of mankind, it will be a force such as the world has never known.”

-Matthew Arnold, Nineteenth-century British Poet and Philosopher

It is clear that there is a war on women taking place. When war is declared on a country or group of people, it is because they are, or at least perceived to be, a threat. Who are we a threat to... and why? 

The Eastern world is seeing the attack on women in a different way than we do in the West. It shows up in different ways depending on the region. China has the one child rule and is gradually coming to realize that they have aborted generations of wives and mothers. Where will the next few generations come from? We see gendercide taking place in India as well, young child brides in the Middle East, female mutilation in Africa and women being sold into sex slavery all over the world. 

The attacks we see on women in the U.S. and other parts of the Western world are bit different in nature, but no less heartbreaking. The number of young women with eating disorders and self condemnation that turns into behavior like self-cutting has skyrocketed in the last decade. The standard of unattainable physical beauty set before women has  led to confusion, hopelessness and a desperation to reach the standard, no matter the cost. The message that our worth as women is related to our sexual prowess continues to spread in Hollywood and through mass media through commercials, movies, TV Shows and music videos. No wonder women are confused...

When I lived in New York City I attended a multiple different secular conferences and charity events to raise support and awareness for the daunting challenges women are up against. It was powerful and encouraging to see men and women taking up different causes and sharing stories of educating women, with the hopes of creating lasting solutions. It’s hard to not feel hopeless facing the seeming odds in many of these struggles for Human Rights and freedom for women, without understanding who the enemy is and what his strategy is. The answers are spiritual in nature. The War on Women is all over the world and the goal is clearly to destroy us. Who is to blame? Who are we really fighting against? Hollywood? Marketing Executives? The Taliban? The Red Army? To understand this epic battle, lets go back to the very beginning of history. The very beginning.

The first couple pages of the Bible give us interesting background. God, the original creative designer and artist, spoke into being a magnificent world and put a ton of cool stuff in it. Trees, oceans, mountains, birds, sea creatures, suns, stars, galaxies and animals of every kind of variety. As awesome as animals are, they were not created in the image of God. In the creation account only Adam and Eve were created in his beautiful, intelligent and creative image. Genesis 1:26-27 The woman named Eve, which means “Life-giving” or “Mother of all who have life” is created as a solution to the first problem. The man is alone. He needed a partner. The crowning moment of all creation was the cameo of the woman. God decided to make this man and this women, together as a team, responsible for looking after all he had made and they began that journey in perfect and unbroken fellowship with God and nature in Paradise.   

Eve, is the only woman in all of history who never knew the meaning of misunderstanding, guilt, shame, envy, bitterness, estrangement, embarrassment and grief, until she listened to her enemy and began to doubt God. This led to the first sin of distrust and then disobedience. Spiritual death happened from the inside out as we read in Genesis 2:15-25,3. Ann Spangler describes it this way: “Suddenly, darkness rushed on Eden. It came, not from the outside but from the inside, filling their souls with shadows and cravings. Order gave way to disorder, harmony to discord, trust to fear.” There is so much more insight to this story regarding mankind, but I just want to focus on the woman right now.

Chaos and disorder always produces consequences. With Eve’s initiation and influence over Adam to join her, they together rebelled against God and disregarded God’s instruction to not eat the fruit of this one tree in Eden. Now....

Genesis 3:14-15

So the Lord God said to the serpent:

“Because you have done this,
You are cursed more than all cattle,
And more than every beast of the field;
On your belly you shall go,
And you shall eat dust
All the days of your life.
¹⁵ And I will put enmity
Between you and the woman,
And between your seed and her Seed;
He shall bruise your head,
And you shall bruise His heel.”

The physical beauty meant to be endless begins to deteriorate. Spangler, in her book “Women of the Bible”, creates visual imagery and describes Eve during the birth of her third son, Seth (after her first son Cain, became a murderer and the younger son Abel, the victim): “Her skin, damaged by sun and age, now stretches like worn canvas across her limbs. Her hands are restless spiders, clawing the hard ground beneath her, grasping for something to ease her pain. She can feel the child inside, filling her, his body pressing for a  way of escape. The cries of mother and child meet with streams converging. Seth is born. With her child cradled against her breast, relief begins to spread across Eve’s face. As she rests, a smile forms, and then, finally, laughter rushes from her lips. Try as she might, she can’t stifle her joy. For she remembers...the promise God gave: sooner or later, despite many griefs, her seed would crush the serpent. The woman would win.”

There it is. This is the beginning of the story and the end of the story.... The solution is going to come through the woman. Her offspring would be the long awaited answer that would eventually bring the fatal blow to the serpent’s head. However, we find ourselves on earth now somewhere in the middle of this unfolding story.

In the dark days we exist in, we must reject doubt of God, but instead adopt trust like Job did in times of great sorrow and loss. 

“For I know that my Redeemer lives, and He shall stand at last on the earth; and after my skin is destroyed, this I know, that in my flesh I shall see God, whom I shall see for myself, and my eyes shall behold, and not another. How my heart yearns within me!” (Job 19:25-27)

Well, if I have an enemy that is terrified of myself and other women, then that must mean we have power we don’t yet recognize and a part to play in a bigger story. 

The Blue Dress

“From cover to cover [of the Bible], from beginning to end, the cry of God’s heart is, “Why won’t you choose me?” It is amazing to me how humble, how vulnerable God is on this point.” -John Eldredge

“We need not fear that in seeking God only we may narrow our lives or restrict the motions of our expanding hearts. The opposite is true. We can well afford to make God our All, to concentrate, to sacrifice the many for the One.” -A.W. Tozer 

The dress arrived in a round package. It looked familiar, but I hadn’t seen it in over a year. There was something strangely comforting about the blue polyester material of this vintage dress with the feminine bow detail around the neckline...  As I held the dress I couldn’t ignore the memories from rushing back. It brought me back to that sunny, summer day in New York City... 

I was sitting in the middle of Central Park on a rock sobbing under my oversized sunglasses and sipping on some Au Bon Pain dark roast, when I got a call. “Trin, are you ok love? Come to New Jersey with me and my friend who’s in town. It’ll be good for you to get out.”

I wish I could say I woke up that morning, but that means you would’ve had to be asleep first. The night before ended with a phone call where my current relationship unexpectedly came to an end. I had done my best. I had prayed, I loved hard, I made sacrifices, I was available, I made excuses for his lack of effort, fought hard to make it work and affirm him as a man in every way I knew how. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough and was undeniably one-sided. The time of making excuses and living in denial were over. The reality hit me like a ton of bricks, but it was definitely over. 3 1/2 years of on again off again had ended. I cried most of the night and texted my roommate in the morning to tell her the news. She was out of town for work in Miami and texted our other girlfriends for reinforcements. 

I went with them even though I didn’t feel like it, knowing it was best. I’m so glad I did. We fought the traffic in Lincoln Tunnel, got lunch and ate it on the coast in Jersey and decided to hit up a Goodwill before heading back to the city. I don’t know who spotted it first, but we discovered the cutest blue dress on the sale rack for just a couple dollars! We both tried it on and loved it! The only problem was that it had a dark stain on the front. We decided that it was worth it to get it and see if we could get the stain out, so we did. My precious friend bought it and promised to pass it on to me if it worked out. She messaged me a couple weeks later she had gotten it cleaned and was loving it. 

Now over a year later, true to her word, I have it in my hands and it’s my turn to wear it, twirl around and enjoy the beauty of being a lady in a dress! To be loved deeply is to feel beautiful. It doesn’t matter what you look like, how much you weigh, where you live or how much money you have. When you are rejected and feel discarded and “stained” it’s painful and, unfortunately, no woman can rush the healing process. The dress reminded me of the journey and the healing I have experienced since that day. Even though I have a good man in my life now who loves me deeply, I am reminded of the hope that I have had along this journey of womanhood. The hope that came to me from the incomparable love of Jesus. It was the existence and purposes of this man Jesus that gave me hope for my future, no matter I would face in the days ahead. He fought for me, he suffered and sacrificed just to have a relationship with me. He did the same for you. You are not rejected or forgotten by God. No matter what has happened in your life. Immerse yourself in this truth today: "I'm chosen. I've been fought for. I'm passionately pursued, not for my body, but for my heart."

More than a year ago, that same dress lay discarded in a Goodwill in New Jersey and I lay discarded in my Upper West Side apartment. The beautiful truth that has been so liberating for me recently is that God longs for us to love him. Not only are we not rejected by him, but he searches for us and his eyes roam the earth for those of us that have our hearts set on him. He WANTS to show himself strong for us. He is so vulnerable and humble as he fights for us, waits for us and deeply desires to not only restore us, but to be quickly found by him when we search for him. He isn’t distant and uninvolved. He is a lover that waits to romance us. He will never force us to love him, but O, how deeply he waits and longs for us to choose him! The heart of a woman is for relationship and that does not make a woman weak, quite the opposite. It is the very heart of God and woman was created in his image, so it makes perfect sense that he placed that identity of relationship within us. 

"But Zion said, “The LORD has forsaken me, the Lord has forgotten me.” “Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you! ” . . . declares the LORD. (Isa. 49:14–15, 18)
(A promise of the Lord for the nation of Israel, spoke by the Prophet Isaiah and a beautiful principle that we can embrace as children adopted into the family of God.)

Eldredge, John; Eldredge, Stasi (2007-07-10). Captivating: Unveiling the Mystery of a Woman's Soul (Kindle Locations 468-469). Thomas Nelson. Kindle Edition. 

New York Neighbors

 "And I always heard people in New York never get to know their neighbors."

-Paul Varjak "Breakfast at Tiffany's"

Occasionally I have a flashback of some of my silly experiences here in NYC...It was the year 2007 and I had graduated from college the previous year and was substitute teaching in Harlem and South Bronx while studying for a Master of Education degree online. I'll never forget the day that I gained all new respect as the token white girl in my entirely Dominican Harlem neighborhood. I got a phone call that Sunday evening : "Hey Trinity! We're downstairs." said the man's voice. I went downstairs,walked outside of my apartment building and headed for the black car waiting on the corner. The Brand-new glossy, black Lexus with 24 inch rims and dark black tinted windows was waiting and I slid in the backseat. There was Stephon Marbury, point guard of the New York Knicks at the time and his sweet daughter Stephanie in the passenger seat. We were doing a quick in-person interview after speaking on the phone a couple times about tutoring Stephanie in her schoolwork as she was just entering middle school at the time. The three of us shared some laughs, had a great chat for 20 or 30 minutes and set up a time for our first tutoring session that coming week before they headed downtown to drop Steph at her mom's apartment. As I stepped out of the backseat and walked back to my building I realized that people were staring at me and as I looked at their faces I realized the expressions consisted mostly of fear and awe. Though slightly confused at first, I realized that they must've concluded that I was involved in the Washington Heights/Harlem Narcotics trade somehow and that I must have some pretty powerful connections they knew nothing about... The thought really made me chuckle under my breath as I thought about how shady that little interview must've looked to my neighbors! lol. From that day forward, in addition to my time hanging out on my block discussing life and God with the local drug dealers, we all became friends and I suddenly acquired a couple dozen neighborhood bodyguards. If a stranger on my block even looked at me sideways my new friends (who were outside 24/7) would call out to me: "Don't worry Neighbor! We got 'chu! He won't bother you." Some of the other guys on the block whom I didn't know as well would say "Good Day Officer" sometimes as I walked by thinking I was an undercover cop. I couldn't convince them otherwise... I had never felt so safe in my life.

This was just one of those "Only in New York..." stories that still makes me laugh to this day.

The 2 year itch

"Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God's work from beginning to end."

-Ecclesiastes 3:11 (NLT, The Holy Bible)

" Poor cat! Poor slob! Poor slob without a name! The way I see it I haven't got the right to give him one. We don't belong to each other. We just took up one day by the river. I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together. I'm not sure where that is, but I know what it is like. It's like Tiffany's."

-Holly Golightly "Breakfast at Tiffany's"

Maybe like Tiffany's... or just NYC itself... I should think that journals must be mandatory for people who think about as much and as often as I do. Who else would want to listen to the constant musings of my mind, other than my Creator himself? If I want the thoughts to make some semblance of sense I have to write them down because then I have to follow a train of thought so I arrive at some conclusion. As I attempted to sort through my complex mind through writing my thoughts wandered to the point of wondering how many cities I'd lived in over the last 10 years and for how long each stint... What I came to realize was that I was approaching my limit. I had been back in NYC again for 2 years now and I don't know how much more stir-crazy I can be. In the past, this was usually around the time when I heavily began plotting my next adventure or just started to slowly die inside...

New York City is my "black hole". When I don't know where to go next, the endless possibilities of NY suck me in and I get drawn back into the Matrix! I blend back into the rat race and it's very conveniently never the same because the constant river of life is always flowing with people coming and people going. Most will just ask where you've been and how come you haven't been around  for a long time. It is the only city on the planet that has kept me occupied with adventures and unchecked spontaneity for 2 years straight. Well, that's kind of a lie, because the first year back here this last time around I was all over the U.S. every week for work. Anywho, because New York City never fails to deliver in the area of adventures it's a place where even the strangest of strange fit right in. There is inclusion and room for everyone here. Just choose the neighborhood and BAM! reinvent yourself!! God bless NY for that. It's a false sense of reality though, because its too easy to hide here. You can fly under the radar quite easily. You can play the part and be a fake... There is a new adventure to be had each and every day. The problem is that if you don't take breaks from these adventures and leave for a time you begin to think that NYC is the real world and that it's fine to not know who you are and what you want. It's not.

The closest to alive I've ever felt is boarding a plane for an new destination or hiking a mountain I've never climbed before. All for the thrill of standing at the top surveying the scene, which is at all times quite glorious in unique ways. Where is the best place for the girl who always wants to meet new people from different cultures? for the girl who wants to read every book ever written? and master every subject? I think it leaves me confused because I lack a sense of reality. Where is the line between reality and imagination?
As Christmas approaches it reminds me of the last of my memories of home that I remember... Being the youngest of 5 children and parents that were just zany enough to trust God with every aspect of life, including trans-racial adoption. Because the bullying of schoolmates in my childhood drove me deep into my books, I enjoyed the times when I felt safe. Sitting in the warm family room with my family in pajamas made life appear magical and all was right with the world.

Maybe I haven't felt a sense of home since then. One day this side of heaven I might experience the sense of home once again. Until then the gnawing desire remains and I welcome it gladly now because it is much less painful than giving up hope in the search...

Jesus and questions

Jesus apparently loved to ask questions. He never told people exactly what to think. He told lots of stories in parable form and asked them questions, burning questions that left the individual speechless. They were speechless for different reasons. Many were offended or defensive, some were shocked and others were dumbfounded because this is the first time they realized they didn't know the answer... Jesus didn't ask questions for himself. He knew the answer, but did we?  He asked not for his benefit, but for the benefit of the person asked. They pierced through to the very center of the person's heart and soul leaving then beneath an avalanche of emotions to begin sorting through. The funny thing about religion is that we have forgotten how radical Jesus was. He didn't come to earth to get everyone in a straight line, like a bunch of programmed well-behaved robots behaving properly and living perfect lives. He was radical. He didn't care about outward behavior as much as he cared about the heart and motives. He came to throw out the law and free us from our crippling pride. Love and pride occupy the same space in our hearts and there is only room for one to stay. Only one of them will make us free. Jesus knew that, but do we?

Really though. The question that pierces my broken heart now is: "Do you want to be healed?" A truly loaded question...

A crippled man lay next to the healing waters in Bethesda. He very literally was AT a pity party, minus the D.J. and VIP guest list. That room was full of people who desperately needed healing.You could find the blind, deaf, lame and crippled of the city in this very hall. The Bible says he was crippled for 38 years.  He had been there a long time. How painful must it have been for him to watch the waters stir and bubble up only to realize that every time they did someone else got to them first and received healing. He knew the routine. Even got comfortable and expected it and nothing more. To feel hope arise, spend time dreaming of what it would be like for a dream to come to and then watch another person live his dream. How many times do you watch that before you lose heart?

The very problem with Jesus' question is that the acceptance of his offer means you have to leave pride and self-pity behind. They can't come too. The man knew them so well though. They were his companions just as they are my companions today. To be bluntly honest, I am used to not being asked out on dates. I am used to not being pursued by good men. I am used to the other model booking the job I want. I have gotten comfortable with surviving and lying to myself. Pain of the past reminds me that desiring more than survival alone has gotten me into trouble in the past. I know what it feels like to be Job during the first half of his story in the Old Testament. "The Lord gives and the Lord takes away. Blessed be the name of the Lord."  Jesus entered the scene by the pool of Bethesda at that very moment, just as he enters the heart of a woman resigned to her cell in the heart of Manhattan... John 5:6 "When Jesus saw him lying there and knew that he had already been there a long time, he said to him, “Do you want to be healed?” Jesus knew this was a crossroads for the man who had grown comfortable in captivity, because he had been there so long. C.S. Lewis summed it up well in The Problem of Pain: "A familiar captivity is frequently more desirable than an unfamiliar freedom." What happened when he was healed and free? What would he do then? Makes me think of the inmate in Shawshank Redemption who spent basically his whole life in prison and suddenly found himself on the other side of the gates as an old man. He couldn't handle it and tragically took his life because the weight of the freedom crushed him. The hope we have is that Jesus will show us how to live with freedom. He promises to put an end to our shame and to fight for us (more on this later...)

Will we accept this healing, crush the hindrance of pride and allow our God to do some of the fighting for us and for our heart? He doesn't force us, but he offers joy and company for the journey. We just have to take the first step of faith and "get up"...

Two Roads

A deep desire lies within me... Many of them actually. Funny saying that, because I forgot, or just chose to. My true confession is that I have a hidden talent or habit of stuffing desire. I'm good at it. I can bury it so deeply it will disappear completely. I learned it many years ago. Disappointment taught me to survive by getting rid of those desire I didn't have mental capital or faith to entertain. However, I'm facing a season of life as a woman where they are all rising to the surface at the same time, but I am doing my best to face them one at a time. Back to the one I'm thinking of this morning. Some days I acknowledge it and other days I ignore it. The question still remains. How do I live with it? I desire adventure and simplicity, at the same time. Is it even possible to acquire both of these and at the same time? I see pictures of mountains, forests and cliffs overlooking the sea and even have occasionally gotten to experience getting close to my dream.
Standing a top a mountain is the closest I've gotten. It is one of my favorite places to be in the whole world. It gives that fleeting feeling of ecstasy... the feeling that you completed the journey successfully and didn't give up. I wish life was this simple, but life is more of a marathon based on endurance, than a leisurely day hike. As much as we desire true rest at the end of a long journey this eludes us. The interesting thing about life is that you NEVER fully arrive at the end of enlightenment or growth, not this side of heaven. Sometimes, you may grow and develop yourself so intensely for years that you get to a place where you don't even realize who you've come. For better or worse.
In my case its for the better, but since it also leaves me feeling recently like I'm living someone elses life or that I showed up a bit late for my own. I can't shake this feeling that I've walked into the movie of my own life about 45 minutes late.What happened at the beginning? I don't understand the conflict. What caused the climax and how does the character resolve it? I think it is very possible to be so focused on surviving, providing yourself and distracting the heart with trying to meet everyone elses needs that you wake up one day and realize you don't know what you want and you don't have any dreams left. It is a scary, empty place to be and the reason I know is that I am that person.
That is when you reach a crossroads. You have to decide whether you will give up and let your spirit die or whether instead you will face rising desire with squared shoulders and face set like flint in steely determination. Robert Frost really did describe it best:

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

It doesn't matter how many friends you have, how much or that you fight through 8 million souls to get to work on time each day. This place of the journey is one that you face as a lone traveler. No one can make the decision for you. I want to look back at the end of my life and know I took the one less traveled. The one that is too risky for the masses to take... The one where you awaken desire and face it like a champion.
No wonder Solomon, one of the wisest kings to ever live left this advice in the book of Proverbs 4:28. "Keep your heart with all diligence, for out of it spring the issues of life." Many times Christians remain focused on citing this scripture when referring to human love and relationship with a significant other. I think that is missing the point if we camp on that as the only interpretation. If we are spiritual being than there is much more to the condition of the heart in relation to our Creator. There is much more to this scripture and much more meaning to glean from the words of advice. If your heart stops beating in the physical body, then you die. What happens when your spirit stops dreaming?

The Lord of the Rings

First of all, I have a confession to make. The first time I saw The Fellowship of the Ring movie in the theatre I fell asleep and took a peaceful nap most of the movie until the Orgs burst onto the scene. Apparently, no one told them about "6-inch voices"! Before you lose total respect for me and think I'm totally lame, let me explain... For starters, I had a cold and was really tired. Second and final point, I was a 16-year old high school girl who had an extremely hard time distinguishing the good guys from the bad guys, because everybody had long hair and strange shaped ears. Ok, end of story and subsequent rabbit trail. Also, now that I understand the story line they are some of my favorite movies and I eagerly await The Hobbit's debut next year! Moving along...

"I wonder what sort of tale we've fallen into?" 

-J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

Being a Christian is about as boring as being Frodo or Sam in the Lord of the Rings... I say this completely out of love, but anyone that is under the impression that living as a follower of Jesus is boring, is quite misguided. Every mistake in life has a price attached and being ignorant of your purpose or the fact that you have one is too expensive a mistake to make. Read on.....Believe me, if you are doing life the right way, you will be in for an epic journey! 

Can I just say from my heart, as if I were sitting across from you and we both had coffee mugs in hand, you were lovingly thought of by a god in heaven that had a purpose in mind for you from the very beginning? 

"For you created my inmost being;
    you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
¹⁴ I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
    your works are wonderful,
    I know that full well.
¹⁵ My frame was not hidden from you
    when I was made in the secret place,
    when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
¹⁶ Your eyes saw my unformed body;
    all the days ordained for me were written in your book
    before one of them came to be.
¹⁷ How precious to me are your thoughts, God!
    How vast is the sum of them!
¹⁸ Were I to count them,
    they would outnumber the grains of sand—
    when I awake, I am still with you."

Psalm 139:13-18

I don't care if that's the first time or the 200th time you've read it, read it again and again if you need to to let the words sink in! 

I have really begun to understand my life in this framework of an epic story, because I understand what it's like to be the main character in the middle of the story where you think the end has just taken place, having a hard time realizing that it's far from over.

One of my older brothers loves the writings of Frederick Buechner and in his work Telling the Truth, Buechner describes the Gospel story of Christianity in the following way:

"It is a world of magic and mystery, of deep darkness and flickering starlight. it is a world where terrible things happen and wonderful things too. It is a world where goodness is pitted against evil, love against hate, order against chaos, in a great struggle where often it is hard  to be sure who belongs to which side because appearances are endlessly deceptive. Yet for all its confusion and wildness, it is a world where the battle goes ultimately to the good, who live happily ever after, and where in the long run everybody, good and evil alike, becomes known by his true name... That is the fairy tale of the Gospel with, of course, one crucial difference from all other fairy tales, which is that the claim made for it is that it is true, that it not only happened once upon a time but has kept on happening ever since and is happening still."

Now is the time...

John 6
³⁵ Jesus said to them, “I am the bread of life; he who comes to Me will not hunger, and he who believes in Me will never thirst. ³⁶ But I said to you that you have seen Me, and yet do not believe. ³⁷ All that the Father gives Me will come to Me, and the one who comes to Me I will certainly not cast out.³⁸ For I have come down from heaven, not to do My own will, but the will of Him who sent Me. ³⁹ This is the will of Him who sent Me, that of all that He has given Me I lose nothing, but raise it up on the last day. ⁴⁰ For this is the will of My Father, that everyone who beholds the Son and believes in Him will have eternal life, and I Myself will raise him up on the last day.”


I've always been quicker to listen, observe, watch and reflect, than to speak. My early years were spent listening and observing the teachings of Jesus through church, watching my parents and hearing the Words of God in scripture. The earliest memory I can conjure up is sitting in the passenger seat of the car in the parking lot of Ralph's grocery store discussing salvation with my mother. It was just a couple months after my 4th birthday at that time. I reached out to my mother the other day to ask her what she remembers of that day. She had written this entry in October of 1988, Southern California:


"I had talked to Trinity the night before, once again, about the plan of
salvation. On this day as we were driving into the parking lot at Ralph's
grocery store in Portola Plaza, Mission Viejo, Trinity said, "I've got God in
my heart!" After questioning her, she said she asked Jesus in, that He'd
never leave her, that His Spirit was in her heart, and His body was up in
heaven! Another sign of her independent spirit -- to do it "BY HERSELF!" -my Mother

^{2 Corinthians 6:2}

^{2 "}For he says,

“In the time of my favor I heard you,
    and in the day of salvation I helped you.”

I tell you, now is the time of God’s favor, now is the day of salvation."

I always knew there was a God and I have never once doubted his existence my entire life. I did many years later doubt that his intentions for me were good though (more about that later). I knew God's presence deeply and personally from that young age forward and realize now that though salvation is an experience and decision that happens once and it sets a course for the rest of your life. It was the starting line of a race, the gun went off and I started running.....

Hebrews 12

 "Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a huge crowd of witnesses to the life of faith, let us strip off every weight that slows us down, especially the sin that so easily trips us up. And let us run with endurance the race God has set before us. ² We do this by keeping our eyes on Jesus, the champion who initiates and perfects our faith. Because of the joy awaiting him, he endured the cross, disregarding its shame. Now he is seated in the place of honor beside God’s throne. ³ Think of all the hostility he endured from sinful people; then you won’t become weary and give up."

Where life begins...

"Life begins at the end of your comfort zone. So if you're feeling uncomfortable right now, know that the change taking place in your life is a beginning, not an ending." -Neale Donald Walsch

I am a very private person. My deep light and love for people of all shapes and sizes and from all backgrounds even masks the fact that I get my energy from being alone. Only those who have lived life alongside me know the amount of time I spend alone to balance my career, social life and ministry. My privacy is a comfortable place for me emotionally, but I have a story to tell. Whether you have known me as Model, Senior Class President, MTV Reality TV Star, co-worker, Prayer Group leader, Traveler, friend, acquaintance or maybe you know nothing at all about me... 

Social Media is an amazing tool of technology, but it is superficial and might cause you to believe that my life is very predictable and that success and adventure are all an easy flowing part of my life. It would be disrespectful to God himself to not share my journey of freedom. I am not the woman I am today because life has been super fun and a long “mountain top experience” with lots of new opportunities constantly coming my way. No one on Facebook or Twitter saw me curled up in the fetal position clutching my chest as if it would hold a broken heart together or the expletives in my prayer journal as I poured out my frustration to God about my teenage years... I have kept my struggles, spiritual revelations and past pain of deferred dreams a secret, but I want to take a flying leap out of my comfort zone and share some of it, so that it can help other women. I don't want my pain and mistakes to be wasted. Life is a battle to be fought. There are 2 sides: Light and Darkness, and there is no neutral ground. 

“The men and women who are truly filled with light are those who have gazed deeply into the darkness of their own imperfect existence.” –Brennan Manning

The Campaign

Though I don’t really much any TV, other than Sports and the News I always enjoy a comedy! Who doesn’t need some comic relief in our day of wars, crime and natural disasters? It makes sense why “Seeking a friend for the end of the World” with Steve Carroll and Kiera Knightly got some good reviews. Now I am seeing ads around New York promoting the latest comedy “The Campaign” starring Will Ferrell and Zac Galifanakis. This film will no doubt be hilarious, considering the A-Team they cast for it! However, the more I thought about it just made me sad. Is this what our great democracy has become? A big joke? The American Soldiers, who are missed by their loved ones and are risking their mental, physical and spiritual health in life, are fighting a war for the ideals and freedom of a government that is just a big joke?

Last week I got on a kick of watching epic themed films to decompress and remind myself of historic examples that morals and integrity still can exist in this morally loose culture I find myself living in. I couldn’t help double fist-pumping and practically bouncing up and down on the bed as Maximus fought for Strength and Honor in The Gladiator, Natty Bumppo fought for freedom and love in The Last of the Mohicans and William Wallace led the Scottishmen from the front lines into a battle, rousing them from selfishness and reminding them that it is better to die for freedom, than to die warm and cozy in thier bed as a coward. The most recent epic film I watched was The Patriot, also starring Mel Gibson’s character as a single American father of 7 children during the Revolutionary War. His sacrifice for the cause of freedom involved losing 2 children and risking leaving the other 5 without mother AND father, by going to fight. Though “The Patriot” is not totally historically accurate, the fact remains that the price of Freedom for the nation of America was expensive and it still is today.

I won’t tell you WHO to vote for in November, but you owe it to the hundreds of thousand lives lost so YOU would be able to safely cast a ballot on the first Tuesday of November. I don’t care if you think the candidates are both jokes, you have been given the freedom to educate yourself on both men and have the freedom to choose one. Whether you like it or not, one of these men will be running our country come November and you choose which one will greatly influence your future and that of your family and descendents. 

Behind the Veil

It was the beginning of summer 2010 and I remember sitting on the plane as it left Germany and approached the Middle East thinking "What am I doing? This is crazy!" I was nervous and I watched while the women on the plane started to put on their burquas and hejabs as they neared their home country. I started to get anxious. Why did I quit my job to come to a foreign country and meet women I didn't know and teach them English? My curiosity had gotten the best of me. I was tired of watching the news about extremist Muslims that wanted to blow me and my family up. I didn't know much about Muslims, but I wanted to. I wanted to get to know women that lived quietly beneath the black veil. I wanted to know about the mysterious culture. Common sense told me that not every Muslim was secretly thinking of ways to kill me. In the U.S. I didn't know many Muslim women and in the Subways of New York occasionally I would see a women with a veil out with her husband and children. I was intimidated now, but it was too late to turn back. I pulled my pink scarf up to cover my golden hair and took a deep breath as I clutched my passport with white knuckles and we neared the ancient land where the history is so rich and deep... 

 My team members and I started taking Arabic lessons each morning of the first week and then we went to the English classroom at the University in the afternoon. The first day I sat down next to a female student. We were both a little nervous, but we began to chat and get to know each other. Gradually each day I got to know the girls a bit better and practiced recognizing each of my new friends by their eyes and their shoes, since each women wore the same black burqua and veil. They were just like myself and other women I knew in the States. Maybe it doesn't seem like much of a revelation, but they were just regular  women. Just as I was a bit fearful and insecure of what they would think of me, they felt the same insecurity! The walls came down for me and I lost the timidity. In the lunchroom an American friend and I walked into the female side of the cafeteria as I was mumbling to myself practicing ordering a water and a falafel in Arabic. The lunchroom got quiet and the girls turned to stare and whispered to each other quietly. A couple girls in line timidly asked us where we were from and we practiced our new phrases like "Asalam Alakum: Peace be to you" and "Tasharafna: Nice to meet you". Ana Ismi Trinity! Aish ismik? The girls got a kick out my Arabic and I gradually became less and less nervous with each interaction. The invisible barriers were coming down...

The dialogue had begun and I've wanted to know more about this mysterious part of the world and the religion behind it all. I definitely found perspective on the journey that summer and was able to build relationships with many young women and experience things many American women would never get to experience... That's why I want to share more of my experiences and learn more from others.

Peripety and Chiastic Structure

Esther 2:7 ----------->Esther 2:9

I've been doing Beth Moore's Bible study of Esther looking into two literary devices used in this short book of the Bible. It is the only book in the Bible that doesn't use the name of God at all. it is an intriguing story of a Jewish orphan who later becomes the Queen of Persia and ends up rescuing the Jewish people living in the Empire from a holocaust. Though the hand of God is weaved intricately throughout the background of the book, it is subtle, yet powerful. 

The first literary device is: chiastic structure- inverted parallelism. it is a reversal of structures to make a powerful point. John F Kennedy's quote is a good example: "ask not what your country can do for you - ask what you can do for your country." It is so powerful to see how God reverses the destiny of a young orphaned Jewish girl and she becomes the Queen of the Persian Empire. The book also shows inverted parallelism clearly in the story of a people group being sentenced to a mass execution by order of the king and to see the reversal of their destiny as the Queen steps up and out in boldness at the prompting of a family member. She uses her influence, at the risk of her own life, to save an entire nation of people by giving them the power and opportunity to fight for themselves.

The lesson I have embraced from the study is that Jesus Christ seeks us out so that He can reverse our destiny. I think of my childhood and the many Saturdays I spent at the community soccer and baseball fields with my mom. This is what happens when you have three older brothers in sports. I sat in the bleachers with my face (thick coke-bottled glasses and all) buried deep in a book. One day mom gently took me by the arm and firmly led me over to another little girl my age. I hid behind her as she attempted to introduce me... This was my story throughout Elementary school. Talk about a reversal of destiny! Later in high school I was voted Junior Class President and Senior Class President and couldn't walk from class to class without saying hello to every other student I passed. Still to this day my career is based on networking and relationships and after college I moved to New York City to start a new life and later lived in Italy and traveled to the Middle East to teach English. My friends watch me at a social gathering and are baffled, when I tell them I am naturally an introvert. A destiny reversed. My love for others and for people in general comes from Jesus. I can't help, but love and desire to get to know others, because each one of us has such a unique story. An epic story that is being written and we, like Esther, are the protagonist. 

The second literary device is called Peripety and by definition is a sudden turn of events that reverses the expected or intended outcome. What is it for you? What transformation and reversal of destiny have you seen or do you long to see in your life? Please know that it is possible. Maybe you grew up a very selfish child who had more than you could ever need or ask for and now you are involved in the community and sharing your excess blessing with those in need. Reversal of destiny. Or maybe, you were shy as a child like me, or even abused, and now you have a message that you need to share with others. You have had an encounter with the God working behind the scenes in your life and you can't and won't shut up about freedom! If you are still waiting for the turn of events to reverse the outcome others might "expect" from your life, than pray to the Living God for him to come and intervene. He will. The Lord longs to show you gracious compassion.

Voices

Last night I was walking past some housing projects downtown on my way to a church event. I was behind a woman and her daughter who were headed back to their apartment with some Chinese Take-Out. I’m not sure what the daughter had done, if anything at all, to make the mother so angry, but the closer I got to them (I walk New York kind of fast…) I heard the mother spitting out the most bitter angry words I have heard in a long time. “You are SO stupid!” “Why are you walking behind me?” “Stop walking so slow or I will punch you in your face!” The woman’s words dripped with pain, bitterness and hate. My heart broke for the daughter who looked to be no more than 9 years old. I wanted desperately to pull the young girl aside, look her straight in the face and tell her those were lies! A loving God who had great plans in store for her future made her. He made her with a plan and purpose in mind. To be free and lead others to freedom. That is His plan for every woman.

As I prayed this morning for that woman and her daughter to find freedom I thought of the voices I have heard in my life from those dream takers around me. Thankfully, not from my own mother, but I’m sure all of us can remember words of failure and defeat that were spoken to us or over us at one point in our past. I bet we can remember these memories with clear distinction. I go back to the day when I sat in 8th grade Science and took out my Cover Girl compact of pressed powder to apply lip gloss. All of the sudden I heard my science teacher yell at me in front of the whole class. “Put away your make-up! That sure isn’t going to help you in life so stop wasting your time!” The room got quiet and I said defiantly “ YES it is! I am going to be a model!” She laughed at me and her voice dripped with sarcasm as she rolled her eyes.“ Yea right Trinity. Sure.” A friend brought up the incident recently. She reminded me that I was doing now exactly what I told that teacher I dreamed of doing. Yes, I’m grateful I didn’t listen to that teacher. I’m also glad that I didn’t give up when all those agents I met with when I was younger said I wasn’t “model material” and I wasn’t in a place to succeed in the industry. I’m glad I didn’t listen. I’m so glad. It's not that God has plans for each of us to be a fashion model, but we all have dreams placed in us. God given desires that sometimes won't go away if there is a calling on our life. We all model something. Let us model courage. Let us model humility and unconditional love. Don't ever try to take someone else's dream or allow them to take yours...

Are there any words that you have played over in your mind and have allowed to influence any decisions or thought process? Please know and be reminded that WE choose who we listen to in our life. There is always going to be someone giving us his or her opinion until the day we breathe our last. It is up to us to choose whom to listen to and choose wisely.

Here are some truths from my maker (and yours) that I cling to daily:

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you,” declares the LORD” –Jeremiah 29:11-14

“For nothing is impossible with God." -Luke 1:37

“The LORD himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged." –Deuteronomy 31:8

“For you created my inmost being; 
you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, 
I know that full well. 
My frame was not hidden from you 
when I was made in the secret place, 
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; 
all the days ordained for me were written in your book 
before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts, God! 
 How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, 
they would outnumber the grains of sand— 
when I awake, I am still with you. “–Psalm 139:13-18

If God be for us, who can be against us? He that spared not His own Son, but delivered Him up for us all, how shall He not with Him also freely give us all things? Who shall lay any thing to the charge of God's elect? It is God that justifies. Who is he that condemns? It is Christ that died, yea rather, that is risen again, who is even at the right hand of God, who also makes intercession for us. -Romans 8:31b-34

What is a woman of strength?

It's a question that has been at the very least a lingering thought in my mind all of my adult life... I am a very fulfilled young, single woman living in arguably one of the most intense, competitive and diverse cities in the world. Only the strong survive, right? So if I want to survive, than what does it mean to be strong? I'm not satisfied with the vision of a strong woman that I have seen produced in my culture. That's not good enough. I don't want to be cold and isolate my heart on the inside while playing dominant and independent on the outside. Playing it safe in areas of deep longing is not OK with me anymore. I have to reawaken hidden desires and embrace them again.

 Last week I had a conversation with a new friend after church. Most of the conversation was about our singleness, amazing travel and opportunities in our life and how God showed faithful to us through the deferred dreams and heartbreaks of life. I don't know exactly what it was about that night that started to change my heart by first breaking it, but some intense stirring began to surface in my spirit and I came face to face with some old dreams that had been tucked safely away. Tucked away so tightly that I didn't even feel any pang of disappointment anywhere. I might have cried myself to sleep in realization that all was not well in my heart. As a reaction to reoccurring pain I made a vow to myself in the past, "I won't ever hurt like this ever again" and it helped me to complete successful construction of walls all around my heart. As women we often do this to take protection of our hearts into our own hands. It seems like a wise thing to do or even an automatic response to pain. It has just been revealed to me that I have numbed my heart to many dreams. I knew that there were some skeletons in the closet to face and I felt terrified and relieved at the same time. I could be free!!!!! Yes! From what? I feel that I have discovered a thought process in myself that doesn't go along with Jesus' teaching. I can't recall any teachings where he admonishes us to avoid risk and play it safe...

 A couple days later at a women's group we discussed the ideal woman outlined in Proverbs 31. Divine timing. Turns out I'm not the only woman desiring to find solid answers. This quote by C.S. Lewis came up in multiple conversations: "Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, and irredeemable... The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell."

 I'm looking forward to the rest of the journey and more of the risk… “We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance. And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation. And this hope will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love.” -Romans 5:3-5

Why you probably haven't seen or talked to me lately...

There is a good chance you are reading this and wondering why it is so hard to find time to Skype, talk on the phone or even meet for a coffee with me. I'll tell you where I've been. I have been in the process of not only rejecting "the American Dream", but reversing the process that began my freshman year of college when I entered Express in the mall and was offered a harmless student credit card... This past April I began a work schedule that would make a very strong, healthy and busy person extremely tired. I declared war on my personal debt and booked my schedule so full of work that I wondered how many months I would be able to endure 7 day work weeks! Last summer I stopped shopping recreationally shopping and got so sick and tired of being broke, discontent and trapped! I was forced to stop spending and begin living life and making decisions that would stop digging myself a bigger hole. At 26 years old I absolutely refused to resort to bankruptcy! I got myself into this mess and I was going to get myself out with the help of God himself. I moved back to New York City, traveled with the Auto Shows and stayed with hospitable friends again until I could pay monthly rent. As the amount of work and opportunity grew I worked every second that was physically possible. I haven't had the normal relaxing summer most enjoy, but it has been liberating. As the paychecks began to pile up and the hard work caught up with me I started making phone calls. I called Mastercard and gave them ALL their $$, then I called Best Buy and told them the balance was in the account and a couple weeks after that I paid off my VISA online! When I got up each morning this summer to go to work or travel to the next city I had a smile on my face! I was one day closer to owning my life again! As I write this I have been able to pay off over $6,000 of personal debt!! I am following the Debt Repayment tips as outlined in Dave Ramsey's book "The Total Money Makeover". His plan is sound and it works. My new dream is to accept the motto " Have Less. Do More. Be More."

Is is not so important WHERE you begin, but that you do!

It has been a very long time since I wrote. The funny thing is that I compose blog entries in my mind on a consistent basis, but so many creative excuses enter my mind and convince me not to put the thoughts into writing. Sometimes it is the fear of being misunderstood or just plain insecurity. Am I being too candid? too personal? offensive? Sometimes I am just overwhelmed by the range of topics that my mind will think about each day. Should I put them in order, organize them or make categories for them? Who Cares! My new conclusion is "Who Cares! Just Start!" I've gotten to the point that my own indecisiveness and timidity is annoying myself! I choose to embrace the perspective of Theodore Roosevelt: "It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who, at best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement; and who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat." I will share my journey with those who want to read....

Don't Waste Your Life

I'm reading a book right now by John Piper on purpose and how not to waste your life. I get frustrated a lot of times because my own mind has its own ideas of how my life can best be used to help protect/save others and further the Kingdom of Jesus Christ on earth. I see consumerism everywhere. I see the obsession with beauty and possession or material things. I go to a shopping mall and I feel like my eyes have been opened. I see it all through different eyes because I used to be one of the girls on a mission to "acquire" more. Like a drug addict I would shop for that extra little fix that would make me feel better for a little bit or receive a sense of newness. It never lasted... My finances were constantly being choked and I wasn't able to save or put money away for the "rainy days" that always came. For years now I've heard tips on how to get out of debt, why you need to get out of debt, etc. I had good, pure motives and I tried many times. I failed over and over again....

Last summer, I had left my full-time job because I felt my spirit dying more and more each day I was in that office between the hours of 9am and 5pm. I quit and traveled in the Middle East for a month in the most sobering experience of my life (more on that to come) and then I returned to the USA, all my money was stolen on the way home and I hit financial bottom. This was last summer I finally realized I was sick and tired of being sick and tired!!! I was broke and though I had many amazing travel opportunities over the years since college I didn't have money to travel anymore until I got a handle on a broken financial situation. As I cleaned out my bedroom last fall at my parent's house and began to pack to return to New York City once more, I was determined to get rid of the majority of my "stuff"!! I traveled so much anyway. Why did I own enough clothes, shoes and accessories for a small village? With an empty bank account and a car FULL of garbage bags I went to the Goodwill and dragged each one inside. I felt less and less burdened with each bag I dropped off. Whenever a future desire or opportunity to shop presents itself I remember the embarrassment I felt inside when I packed up bag after bag, only packing what I wanted to keep. If it didn't fit into my little white car then it WASN'T coming to New York with me!!

Bankruptcy is not an option and I have never considered it. I knew I had options in New York to work hard and reestablish myself. Isn't that was dreamers have done since the great city was founded hundreds of years ago? My dream wasn't to go "Keep up with the Jones" anymore though. It was going to go toward getting financially free and paying back what I owed. World Travel is my desire and the freedom to make my own decisions and not let my finances make my decisions. I'm reading a book that has revolutionized my perspective of money and the role it plays in the life of a Christian. The Bible has more to say about money (about 2,350 verses) than faith and prayer combined... I am soul searching and I plan to find out why a healthy perspective on money is vital to personal freedom!

A love affair...

Ok. So I don't remember the day that I fell in love with Country Music. Wait!!! Maybe I do. I was experiencing a growing fascination with a genre of music that I didn't know a thing about and lyrics I couldn't relate to if I tried. I wasn't sure what was so great about East Tennessee, I had never gone swimming in a creek or watering hole, didn't know what a two-step was, or, AHEM.... why there would EVER be a tear in someone's beer (much less motivation to write a song about it)! Maybe peer pressure was one of the reasons I had always hated country music. Maybe the other reason was that I grew up listening to Nas, Cormega, Biggie, Puffy, Tu Pac, Da Brat and the Fugees! lol. Didn't see that one coming did you?

Anyway, back to the story... I grew up with a GREAT family and a safe home environment, but outside of that I saw and experienced quite a war zone. Sometimes, I made good decisions and sometimes some were not too smart, but I mostly stayed out of trouble. I went to large schools with kids from every imaginable background and ethnicity. I was able to view plenty of people's lives up close, friends, peers, their parents, many who led lives I was pretty sure I didn't want when I got older. My friends dealt with their parent's nasty divorces, got an abortion at a young age or went into High School struggling with an alcohol/Pornography or Drug addiction. My parents decided to adopt and at age 9 I acquired a sister who was...9 too! We could've been twins, if we hadn't been as different as night and day in every way, starting with skin color. My sister was African-American. I was Caucasian. She grew up with enough odds stacked against her it would make your head spin. I had both parents who loved each other and 3 doting and loving older brothers. Together she and I started the journey of adolescence trying to do our best to navigate the challenges of adolescence, transracial adoption and how God fit into our life, decisions and view of ourselves. More on that later...

Fast forward to the day I fell in love... with Country Music. It was 2009 and I was living in a small town in Southern Virginia in my parent's home again. I was a college grad, had lived in NYC for a couple years, spent 7 months living and traveling in Italy, France and Switzerland and was currently a 25 year old, frustrated MBA student having a "Quarter Life Crisis". I had many rich life experiences to that point, joys, heartbreak, new relationships, personal growth, intimate lessons on grace and forgiveness, new friends, loss and a challenged perspective of my trust in God and his timing. I had decided to move back home with my parents for a time and rest my weary spirit. Shortly after I moved home a self-acclaimed "Farm Boy" from Pennsylvania became a good friend of mine. He had such a zest and infectious appreciation for the simple things in life that I had lost track of. The heart of life wasn't supposed to be as complicated as it had become for me. He insisted that Country Music was "God's Music" (ha!) and couldn't believe I had never listened to any of it. We took a drive in the mountains one fall day enjoying the change of leaves and cool weather. His quest was to create a country music lover out of a city girl like me. He played a couple songs and explained the meaning of the lyrics and many were really sweet stories. one of them was a song that I could relate to! It was like a spirit balm for me. I was on a search for a fresh God, for what my purpose was in life and for a new identity as I entered a new season of life in womanhood. What was next for me? Where had I come from and where was I going?

Disclaimer: When Kenny Chesney wrote the song I think he was confused and meant to use the Yankees Baseball Cap and New York in the subject line...

Boston by Kenny Chesney
"She comes from Boston, works at the jewelry store
Down in the harbor, where the ferries come to shore
She never really knew how good it would feel
To finally find herself in a place, so warm and real

She wears a Red Sox cap to hide her baby dreads
The girl she was in New England, is different now and dead
In all the local bars, she flirts and tells the boys
While they're talking, she's from Boston

She comes from Boston, talks to her family, now and then
Through e-mails and post-cards, she tries to explain to them
That education and occupation will have to wait for now
She loves the Rosta Reggae rhythms, her dreams have changed somehow

She wears a Red Sox cap to hide her baby dreads
The girl she was in New England, is different now and dead
In all the local bars, she flirts and tells the boys
While they're talking, she's from Boston

Her toes dig deep and deeper in the sand
She's seduced by the sunsets and her new life at hand

She wears a Red Sox cap to hide her baby dreads
The girl she was in New England, is different now and dead
In all the local bars, she flirts and tells the boys
While they're talking, she's from Boston

She wears a Red Sox cap to hide her baby dreads

From Boston
She came to this island from Boston"

This song was about a girl like me who wanted to get out of the city and go to a carefree place where she could meet new people and have some new experiences. She kept a piece of the city identity with her, but she let the sunsets and the simple joys of life seduce her and give her a new vision for life.

That girl sure sounded a lot like me.