When Your Vagina Doesn’t Work—and You’re Married
Miracles are rare and precious, and the one I’ve begged and pleaded and soaked my pillow with tears and snot for hasn’t come in nearly three years—and counting.
The Ship
I feared my grandfather’s model ship, meticulous and as long as my body.
On How I Was Rejected From a Christian Counseling Program for Being Too Honest
The honest, I’m no longer a fifteen-year-old church-attending, praying, mission trip going, small-group frequenting, loving kid. The real, I work on Sundays, pray with a quick “please,” “thanks,” “no thanks.”
