What I am writing and being curious about…

Featured
They who have eyes to see, let them see Barbie
They who have eyes to see, let them see Barbie
Tick Tick…Boom! and John Lennon By the Sea
Tick Tick…Boom! and John Lennon By the Sea
Hell Houses & Halloween
Hell Houses & Halloween
Thoughts & Observations on Midnight Mass
Thoughts & Observations on Midnight Mass
Five Years of Lemonade: The Visual Album by Beyoncé
Five Years of Lemonade: The Visual Album by Beyoncé
Holy Week & Our Questions
Holy Week & Our Questions
Easy Hope
Easy Hope
Doubt & Faith
Doubt & Faith
JoJo Rabbit
JoJo Rabbit
Lars and the Real Girl
Lars and the Real Girl

Hi. I’m Jess.

I am a designer and writer. Through my designs, I seek to create space for beautiful, aesthetically pleasing words and graphics. And through my writing, I desire to create space for the pain and hope of others.

You are welcome here.

Projects & Resources

Capturing ideas and tellings stories through words and design is one of my joys—you can take a look at my recent work by clicking the button below. And if you want to work on a project together, let me know!

Follow along on Instagram

 
I invite hands into my open wounds like you did for the doubter because people doubt me too they doubt this pain that it’s here with me now it is me so come here feel this scar she said open up your hand wade into this ocea
What if faith looks like not going to church this morning? What if worship looks like taking some time away? What if our love for God is not diminished by pausing and resting in his goodness—that we could never, in our waiting, healing, a
Hi, I’m so glad you’re here. 🤍 This space started as a way to look for hope—to share the small moments of kindness I was still finding along the path that was filled with sharp stone and lined with splinters. It’s a devasta
After we’ve known harm and pain from a particular thing or person, it’s hard to live like those wounds never happened. If a pastor hurt us, we might never trust a pastor again. If a parent spoke harshly to us, we may never see their words
Here’s the thing, what you’re holding is no less true, hard, or painful just because someone else beside you is holding something too. Theirs may appear bigger, but you may feel yours more. Theirs may appear smaller, but they no longer ha
My body was the first to tell the truth. She spoke a limit with her lungs, she told a story with her lines, she ached when she was told that daggers and thorns were just words. Our bodies remember—when we smell the familiar pages of the