some stuff i've written about My Life

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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...

With Enough Words

There’s a part of me that believes any problem can be solved with enough words. Sometimes folks tell me that I need to just listen and not try to fix everything. But I’m young, and I suffer the afflictions of youth...

Dancing Around the Edges

This is not what I want to write. I’ve been mucking about with another blog post for hours and I’ve written a thousand words so far and I’m pretty sure that I hate about nine hundred of them. Anne Lamott...