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Monthly Archives: January 2016

Motherhood: Like Herding Cats

I sighed dramatically. “Cooper is so independent, now. It’s like I have to beg him to come snuggle with me. Except for when I go to the bathroom. He always follows me into the bathroom.”

Dear You

Kintsukuroi: (n.) (v.phr.)
“to repair with gold”; the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver lacquer and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken.

On Running from Goats (and Other Scary Things)

I hadn’t planned on landing in Bend, Oregon and instantly feeling like I had found home, but I did.

Orphan Day

Caroline and I lock eyes over Bea’s back: “Jackpot!”

Heap of Ruins

Here, somewhere between the house of God, where God’s presence dwells, and a heap of ruins. Call on the name of the Lord.

Hard as Flint

DEQ spokesman Brad Wurfel stepped down too, probably because who wants to talk to the media, the public, the citizens of Flint, and the POTUS after your department “misinterpreted the water safety regulations?”

What I’m Doing Instead Of New Year’s Resolutions (And How It’s Going So Far)

What I’m Doing Instead Of New Year’s Resolutions (And How It’s Going So Far)

by | Jan 25, 2016

So rather than make a list of tasks to chase this year, I made a list of people to be. This year isn’t going to be about performing a longer to-do list. It’s about becoming a different person.

The Crow, The Mole, The Hare, The Fleas, The Otter, and the Bumblebees

The Crow, The Mole, The Hare, The Fleas, The Otter, and the Bumblebees

One summer when the air was hot, / The sort of heat not soon forgot; / Beneath a heavy reddish sky, / A river and a lake ran dry.

See the Door?

See the Door?

She was writing on the whiteboard when the agreed upon time came. She turned around to find all nineteen students in the class at their desks, blankly staring at her with metal spoons pointed upward in our closed fists.

The Book Thief

The Book Thief

Sometimes I imagine my own literary cross section. If years from now my brain were to be halved, splinters of Steinbeck and jumbled letters of Lewis would tumble out.

To My Friends Who Support Bernie

To My Friends Who Support Bernie

All I am asking is that if Bernie ends up losing the nomination, please go and vote for Hillary. She may not possess the charisma of Barack Obama or the radical progressiveness of Bernie Sanders, but she is a strong and capable candidate.

Sportsthings

Sportsthings

There is something gladiatorial about watching two players march onto the court before a roaring, royalty-studded crowd and knowing that only one will prevail

Binders Full of Men

Binders Full of Men

Finally, I have reached the pinnacle. This is what we have been waiting for for so long. A world without men. A world ruled by women. No longer under the thumb of the patriarchy, we are free to keep our floral soaps by the sink.

Review: The Shannara Chronicles

Review: The Shannara Chronicles

Shannara relies far too often upon chance encounters in forests—a kind of uncanny return, time and again, to the story’s protagonists.

Age / Beauty

Age / Beauty

Not long after my twenty-third birthday, I ducked into a restaurant bathroom and noticed something odd in the mirror. I squinted and leaned across the sink to confirm what I was seeing.

A Question in Cologne

A Question in Cologne

Faced with what the Justice Minister called “a new dimension of organized criminality” (a stark departure from “relaxed”), Germany is asking itself questions.

Sorry

Sorry

So lately I find myself trying, instead, to think less often about my insecurities and shortcomings, and to focus more on the person in front of me who is accepting me for who I am.

The Best “Oh My God” Moments in Music

The Best “Oh My God” Moments in Music

Frankly, if I didn’t have neighbors, I might open the door one morning and yell it into the sky. It might feel liberating, like skinny-dipping in the Pacific or popping a balloon.

Confessions of a Brontë Bluffer

Confessions of a Brontë Bluffer

So, in the immortal words of Usher and St. Augustine, these are my confessions. Fellow lit lovers, I have failed you.

Little Light

Little Light

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.

New Kid on the Cubicle Block

New Kid on the Cubicle Block

I’ve missed Saturdays. It’s been years since I had a proper one. In fact, it’s possible that I never have.

Seven (or Eight, or Nine)

Seven (or Eight, or Nine)

So there is some loss, too, in coming back, in confronting memory with reality, nostalgia with the irrepressible present, which is always other than I imagined it. I am other than I imagined at seven (or eight, or nine).

Settle

Settle

I’m afraid that I’ll settle and never do anything I set out to do. I’m worried that life will slip by and I’ll be an old man saying, “If only I hadn’t settled for anything less than butterflies, I’d be a butterfly by now and not a caterpillar.”

Holding On/Letting Go

Holding On/Letting Go

One popular New Year’s resolution is to get rid of all your useless stuff, to de-clutter your life. I’m not making that resolution.

Genesis

Genesis

When we feel overlooked, under-appreciated, or ignored, isn’t it intoxicating to feel seen? Isn’t it easy to love someone who really knows you for who you are and still loves you anyway? This is the appeal of God.

Tea and Tranquility

Tea and Tranquility

“…a rediscovery of the sacred in the immanent, the spiritual within the secular… it is our everyday world, not some other one, that, in the words of the poet Gerard Manley Hopkins, ‘is charged with the grandeur of God.’” ~Harvey Cox, The Future of Faith...
Treating the Common Cold

Treating the Common Cold

Yup, definitely melting my brain. Totally worth it, though—and my cold is almost gone! It’s like they say: television really is the best medicine.

How To Talk To Attractive People (Just Kidding I Have No Idea)

How To Talk To Attractive People (Just Kidding I Have No Idea)

“So I see you enjoy burritos…” I would say and then stare at my shoes. “ And I observe that you are also wearing… [squinting] shoes… very cool…”

Bookcase

Bookcase

As the semesters and years roll along, my library—my store of knowledge—becomes more and more unread, and, in a similar way, the more I learn, the more I realize how little I actually know.

35 Realistic New Year’s Resolutions

35 Realistic New Year’s Resolutions

18. Use sunblock. 19. “Like” friends’ and acquaintances’ engagements on Facebook without texting your sister “I am going to die alone.” 20. Make your bed for once.