A Beautifully Boring Life
Perhaps they are simply a sea sponge.
Filled with the Holy Spirit (Maybe?)
If the dancing in the aisles during the worship I was used to didn’t already do it, the speaking in tongues would certainly push my Reformed friends over the edge.
Well-Collected Junk
A right angle? In my house? Can’t count on it.
My Unabridged Thoughts on Dune
I wish I was a Bene Gesserit witch.
I Was Wrong About My Mom
My heart still yearns for Caribou runs and dressing room dates.
Lots on the Brain, Boots on the Feet
He runs away as soon as we take his boots out.
Just Like My Sisters
He confirmed every teenager’s worst fear: people are talking about you and your family.
The Digital Renaissance of the Battery-Powered Camera
I now know exactly how my mom felt when we started wearing bell bottoms again.
My Cyclical Running Journey
The only thing that would cause me to run 13.1 miles without being chased was the fact that I was surrounded by others running 13.1 miles without being chased.
