some stuff i've written about My Life

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Confessions of an Impatient Seedling

I am waiting, not very patiently. I fell into the ground some time ago, you see, and have been all but forgotten. In the darkness I feel myself dissolve, the shell that once protected me turn to ash. I am alone. Soil fills...

Share If You Think This Is Funny

Remember when you knew how to laugh? I don’t just mean the sort of resigned snort lazy half-assed acknowledgment of humor we’ve befriended of late, (most often in the company of cheap beer and acquaintances.) heh-heh-heh I mean laugh. The wheezing, gasping,...

I'm Tired of Owning

i’m tired of owning things boxes taped up and torn open again and taped up again but never really unpacked i’m tired of clothing and toys and furniture and all the trappings of should and supposed to and someday i’m...

Goodbye Charlotte

“We’re living a good story.” That’s what I told Sarah in August a year ago, as we threw things into a suitcase for a reckless overnight road trip to Charlotte. And in a sense, that was true. Good stories and...

What I Wish Women Knew About Men

Dear Women, Summer is almost here, which means that us men are going to be forced to realize you have a body and skin and curves. This is very difficult for us men. We have to constantly be on guard against...

10 Things Real People Do Every Day

I’ve read a lot of lists of “10 Things that Rich/Successful/Satisfied/Extraordinary People Do Every Day”. Meanwhile, I’ve been conducting extensive research (and by “conducting research” I mean “scrolling through Twitter”) and have created a definitive list of what actual non-unicorn...

Here's to the Children

“Love saves people.” (My three-year-old son says more in three words than I can in a thousand, and it’s the Gospel.) “Love saves people,” he told Mommy as he rubbed her head, and he was trying to save her with all...
Tips to Avoid a Blue Christmas

6 Tips to Avoid a Blue Christmas

It’s the same every year. I’m sitting on a couch surrounded by shreds of wrapping paper and stacks of new shirts and socks from J.C. Penny. The Christmas tree is still lit, but it seems somehow less cheery without any...

How I Became a Jesus Feminist

When I was nineteen, a kid asked me what a feminist was. “A feminist is a woman with an authority problem,” I said. It was a black-and-white world I lived in then, one where I had all the answers (because...

But Here I Am

When I was a kid, I loved hearing testimonies at church. Testimonies were the stories folks told of how they got saved, the tales of a life from before they were born again. In my sheltered world, these testimonies were...