Eat Salad: Some Unsolicited Tips on Staying Sane
If I were to compile a highlight reel of Caitlin Gent’s 2018, one of my Top Ten Most Important But Definitely Not Fun Moments would have to be…
Let It Snow
In other words, despite my litany of previous posts to the contrary, Advent may yet find me sneaking into back-row pews and singing “O Come, O Come Emmanuel.”
An Apostate’s Epistle, Vol. II
Well, we both know how that worked out in the end, and suffice it to say that both of us know that I am never going back, except for with my family on Christmas and Easter. Apostate as I may be, I am not a bad daughter.
In Which My Sister and I Try to Talk About Things Other Than “Lost”
“I feel like I’m going to listen to this and it’s just going to be a bunch of my disgusting chewing noises.”
That’s Right (You’re Not From Texas, But Neither Am I, I Guess)
Get your laughs in, Midwesterners, but for eight-year-old Caitlin, Texas was paradise.
A Grumpy Midwestern Feminist’s Dream Wedding
I’ve caught a bit of wedding fever. I talk a good game about not getting caught up in that sort of thing, but truthfully, that is a hot load of shit. I frickin’ love weddings.
In a Day or Two
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hope for an afterlife like that—one where everything is shiny and my partner and I look like we’re thirty for the rest of our lives.
Your Dirty Computer
Dirty Computer is more than a sixty-minute summer sex jam: it’s a celebration, a “fuck you,” and a challenge.
Friendzone, USA
I see you, O Downcast Man, sitting in the passenger’s seat. Chances are, you’re wondering how you got here.
Burn After Reading
Jesse will be your second Tinder date, and your last.
An Apostate’s Epistle
Grace and peace to you from me, just me. I don’t feel comfortable dragging Jesus into my well-wishing just yet.
Dairy Air
I had all but given up on existing in a sweet-smelling world for the foreseeable future, but then, I remembered something miraculous.
I Can Just Be Here
“Oh! Like ‘Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird,’ except with bits of conversation. Without, like, any sort of context or link in between?”
Confidence in the Flesh
The right idea about me is that I am a confident, empowered female person who rejoices in her sexuality.
Piano Hands
My hands are social. They will say “I love you” before my mouth is ready.
Of Mice and (Wo)men
Three days later, an industrious little nibbler gets into my bag of white cheddar popcorn. We stash our remaining food in Rubbermaids, bleach everything, and riddle our kitchen with even more mousetraps.
In the Wind
Milwaukee will always have my heart, but Grand Rapids tugs at it this morning, hard.
Postscript
Dear M,
I hope you are enjoying life in Oregon. I am trying very hard not to miss you. Sometimes, it works.
Attention Deficit: Thoughts on Charleston
I am guilty of letting my care and attention wander with the public eye. I am easily distracted by sensationalist headlines about the latest political debacle. But as Christians, we must struggle against this attention deficit.
