some stuff i've written about Culture
Love in the Age of Tinder
Are they ruining their lives? Or am I missing out? Does this window-shopping dance make us all consumers of love and of each other?
7 Simple Ways to Love Yourself Today
To be wholehearted is a radically subversive act. Begin here. Be gentle. Be patient with yourself. And don’t give up.
How Not to Discover God’s Will For Your Life
I came across some bullshit today. And by “bullshit”, I mean a few pages from the “Wisdom Booklets” that were the core part of Bill Gothard’s homeschooling curriculum. I had three thoughts when I read this bullshit: “I remember this….
We're Going to Have a Problem
We’re going to have a problem. I say this with some amount of certainty. In a few years or a few decades, some of us are going to be in rehab or Alcoholics Anonymous or something. And if we’re not, we…
I'm Tired of Talking about Bill Gothard & the Duggars
I’m so very tired. I just got home from a four-day camping trip — four days of sunshine and rain and afternoon naps and black coffee — and when I opened my computer for the first time last night, the notifications…
10 Reasons Why Christians Should Give Pizza to Everybody
Are we seriously still having this argument? How do you even respond to stuff like: “We’re not discriminating against anyone, that’s just our belief and anyone has the right to believe in anything… I choose to be heterosexual. They choose to be…
We Are "Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt"
When I was in first grade, my family joined Bill Gothard’s homeschool cult. So when Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt showed up on Netflix this month, it sometimes felt like rewatching parts of our life. In today’s guest post, my older sister…
Why I Am an Artist
Today’s guest post comes from my friend Christina Dizon. I had the privilege of working with Christina on her new website a few months ago, and it turned out to be one of my favorite projects so far. I love Christina’s eye…
After Three Beers
I want to be the person that I am after three beers. After three beers, I am unafraid. I dance without thinking about how I look, without trying to remember what my feet should be doing. After three beers, I…