Eleven years ago I gave birth. The doctor announced, "it's a girl," as she took this new life out of my body. Relieved, I released my breath and my body melted down into the bed. A girl. I have a daughter. I got my first glimpse of her and then, as the doctors and nurses … Continue reading 11.
Blogs. Books. Tweets. Facebook posts. Words. Some are beautiful and give you chills. Some are relatable. Some are practical. And some are downright hilarious. Words. Thoughts. Ideas. Images. A way to just say, "see me? I am here!" I just finished the written portion of my qualifying exam for grad school. 12 pages of words. … Continue reading Words.
After Hannah was born I had a desire to start running again. This desire was so strong, and so unusual for me, that her dad and I argued about whether or not it was appropriate for me to buy a jogging stroller. I insisted I would use it regularly. He said no way, it wasn't … Continue reading running
"Dear God, please I don't know why but, I want to feel special this year for my birthday. Please help me to know I am loved, and special. Help me to let go of my selfish desire for more." A simple prayer I prayed the night before my birthday. I am blessed in so many … Continue reading special.
I stood in the middle of the sidewalk. Cold mist fell on my tense body. I could not move. The signpost supported my immobile body. People passed and still, I stood. Unnoticed. Alone. Stuck. Frozen. Unable to move forward, I could not turn back. Far from home, I needed help. No one, I have no … Continue reading stuck
P: I believe we should have an all-male elder board. H: Is that what the Bible says? P: Yes. It was a conversation my pastor and I had many years ago. I no longer go to that church. It took nearly a decade, and the church lost some members along the way but, the pastor … Continue reading culture, gender, and christianity
Have you ever felt like you had something so good you never wanted to give it up? Maybe it was a house or a favorite sweater. Maybe your first car or a best friend. Maybe even a school project or a favorite recipe. Liz Phair had her favorite pair of underwear... In my very first post … Continue reading my city. my fall.
