some stuff i've written about Blogging
Disconnect
We didn’t have internet in our house until I was in high school. I have no idea how we learned stuff, or where our music came from, or how we knew how to cook vegan butternut squash soup. Paper, I…
Confessions of a Reluctant Writer
I stopped being vulnerable about faith a long time ago. I still write things that are true and real and come from a deep part of me but it doesn’t really feel risky anymore. I’ve said “fuck christianity” and “nothing…
for Keenan, if you find this
Yesterday when I picked you up from school you said to me: “Today we got to do whatever we want to in school. Guess what I did?” I guessed that you made music on an iPad, because I know how…
5 Practical Ways to Create Space for Silence
If you’re tired of all the noise on social media, these super-practical tools will help you create space for silence. You’ll be glad you did.
The Chaos of Hope
Words are wild, violent slippery things; you never know when they might go flying out of control. But if anything, this essay is about losing control, about leaning into the chaos of hope.
day 18: this illusion of vulnerability on internet screens
What does it mean for folks like us (who choose to write certain words about our lives on internet screens for anyone to read) that the thing withheld is often the real story?
day 10: a million ways to lose your soul online
I see a lot of folks in this industry advertising courses and tools and books and seminars with secrets that will change your life. But there’s one ad that I haven’t seen on my newsfeed yet…
day 9: and sometimes you don't
I’m tired and my eyes hurt. It’s a good sort of tired because I’ve spent all day having adventures with my kids, but tired just the same and I honestly don’t feel like writing right now. I tell you that…
day 6: particularly in between
Anne of Green Gables once said about how happy she was to live in a world with Octobers, and I respectfully disagree.
day 5: daaaaaamn I gotta write some shit
what’s point of being holy if you’re not going to be happy while you’re at it? Also, why would god make butterflies and puppies and sunrises and nachos if (s)he didn’t care about our happiness?