Back to Writing

It’s been a little while.

Longer than I expected, honestly.

Somewhere along the way, the rhythm I had going with writing and posting just… paused. Not because I didn’t care, and not because I ran out of ideas. Life just filled up in a different way.

Over the past month or so, I stepped into a new role with a nonprofit focused on fighting human trafficking. It’s been stretching, eye-opening, and at times, heavy in a way that’s hard to fully explain. The kind of work that makes you think a little deeper about the world we’re living in—and the kind of world we want to help shape.

And if I’m being real, it took more of my time and energy than I expected.

Not in a bad way. Just in a real way.

Somewhere in the middle of learning new systems, having conversations, and trying to help move things forward, writing quietly slid to the side. Not intentionally. It just happened.

But here’s what I’ve been realizing.

Even in the middle of all of that… the desire to write didn’t go away.

If anything, it got clearer.

Because when you’re face-to-face with brokenness in the real world, it does something to you. It reminds you that what we put into the hearts and minds of the next generation actually matters. A lot.

And that’s where these stories come in for me.

There’s also something else I didn’t expect. Working in this space has reminded me how early so many stories begin—how the voices kids listen to, the things they believe about themselves, and the truth (or lies) they hold onto can shape so much later on. That’s stayed with me. It’s made me want to be even more intentional with what I’m putting on the page. Not heavier, not preachy—just real. The kind of story that meets a kid where they are and quietly points them somewhere better.

Writing isn’t my full-time job. It’s something I choose to make time for. Not because it’s easy, and not because I always feel inspired, but because I believe in what it can do.

I believe stories can stick with kids in ways lectures don’t.

I believe adventure can open doors that conversations sometimes can’t.

And I believe faith—when it’s real, honest, and not forced—can take root in ways that last.

That’s always been the heart behind The BUG Boys.

Not just to tell a fun story (though I want it to be that too), but to create something that meets kids where they are. Something that feels real. Something that quietly points them back to truth.

So no, I didn’t disappear.

I just stepped into a different season for a bit.

And now I’m stepping back in.

Not with pressure to be perfect or post constantly, but with a simple goal: to keep showing up. To keep writing. To keep sharing the journey as it unfolds.

Because if even one kid reads this story someday and sees faith a little more clearly…

If one kid feels less alone…

If one conversation starts because of something in these pages…

That’s worth it.

So if you’re still here, thanks for sticking around.

More to come soon.