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How I Will Remember This House

Last night while I was mowing the lawn barefoot by the last light of dusk, I found myself wondering how long I’d be here. Is this little rental on the north edge of Minneapolis a many-years home, or just a right-now home? I don’t know.

Confessions

It’s not often that you find a place like this where you can share a bit of your life completely unedited and uncensored and be met only with love and belonging. I’d love for you to listen in.

Trying To Feel God

I’ve spent most of my life trying to feel God. Perhaps all along She was as close as my own skin.

When We Hit the Wall

Three hundred drivers spun out and crunched against walls and guardrails and schoolbusses and semi trucks today, a frozen flash mob symphony of crushed plastic and bent steel.

A Love Letter to Bloggers

I’m grateful for a place to put my words — barely edited and a little bit undercooked. And I’m so very grateful that you’re doing the same thing.

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.

I Accept

I so often forget that all of this is a journey. I resent the absence of a destination, of perfection. I wonder if I’m doing it right, if I’m doing enough.

We Need to Talk About Sexual Assault

Guys, we need to talk about sexual assault. I don’t just mean now. I mean we need to wake up and pay attention. How long are we going to let this be the status quo? When are we going to do something about it?

The Civil War Wasn't Your Fault (and Other Things I Wish I'd Known)

“My system could have prevented the Civil War” is more than just laughable hubris. It carries the implicit suggestion that if we had only tried harder, done more, and followed the rules better, we could have prevented our own civil wars.