3 Lessons from Loss

I don’t think about her often, this baby that would’ve been my second child. But sometimes the missing of her will sneak up, unexpectedly. Sometimes.

Living with What Is (in Pugs & in Life)

I’ve finally, finally learned that, if I’m struggling, it’s likely because I’m trying to deal with what I wish was, instead of dealing with reality. If strapless dress had been dealing in reality yesterday, I wouldn’t have gotten chased down by a pug.

How Reading Fuels the Resistance

The Temple of My Familiar is my favorite Alice Walker novel. I've read it several times. I'll read it several more, as you do with the pieces that really speak to your soul. I find a bit more of myself every time I pick up that novel. The discovery is never painless, by the way. Just like it isn't painless for her characters. But the work is worth the truth & liberation it offers.

Dear Mr. Preacher Man

I heard you yelling at me as I passed by. You wanted me to know about the saving grace of Jesus Christ, it seems. But, you know, I don’t find grace at that volume all that comforting. And I’ve never known anyone who screamed Jesus’ name to be interested in loving me. Saving me, maybe. But I don’t need to be saved. Not anymore. Not even from myself.

The Same Story

I learned the art of the finely crafted story in Alcoholics Anonymous.  I know that's bizarre. But, look, I am a consumer of stories. And, so, while some folks wanted to get down to brass tacks about the steps they needed to take to get out of this mess they'd gotten themselves into, I was completely taken with the vulnerability of each person's story. The stories are what kept me there. 

What Do You Want to Be?

Adults always ask kids what they want to be when they grow up. What a weird question. It's not like kids even have any idea about all the things they could be in the world. When adults pose this question, they're invariably inquiring about career choice--as if a job or a career could possibly define a person. What if a kid wants to be brave? Or curious? But these answers would never do--adults would just chuckle and ask patronizingly--again---yes, but what do you want to be? 

Unicorns & Sunday Mornings (Magical!)

I wish I could cause some sort of break in the time space continuum on Sunday mornings. Because I love my church--it's one of my favorite places in the world, the place where I know I belong--but I HATE getting to church on Sunday mornings. Mainly, because my family sucks at it. Take, for instance,... Continue Reading →

Under Pressure

At 16 years old, I found myself behind a cash register, with the beep beep beep of the scanner droning on. It was my very first job--at Target--and I was god-awful at it.  Here's the thing: I cannot be rushed. It's like I have a biological something that creates an inverse relationship between urgency & the speed at which I move. 

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