Dan Brown’s ‘Origin’: A Review
There are only two reasons to make a graph that the average adult cannot interpret accurately: 1) incompetence and 2) malice.
There are only two reasons to make a graph that the average adult cannot interpret accurately: 1) incompetence and 2) malice.
We succeeded in passing our first day without any emotional crises. Success!
And you know what? I regret nothing.
It sounds like a ska band, but it was really just a dang good time.
There are lots of things in cities that we don’t notice until they go wrong.
I think I’ve had to get good at making a home for myself where there was none before.
I found myself nodding along with the explanations about heat exchangers and chuckling at the jokes about battery-free plumb bobs.
Not everyone is everything to everybody.
Sometimes things have outgrown their usefulness, or are proven to be harmful, or you just find a better way.
Dear God I hate having to think of a cute opening line. It’s horrifying.
I stood in the middle of the stream, my line whizzing back and forth, back and forth as I tried to remind my arm how to lay the line down gently.
Like all Northwesterners, I do have my own pet theory about the Cooper case.
All I must do is mourn with those who mourn, offer my voice to those who can’t find the words, condemn hate and harm.
Which emails and conversations am I signing off “top of the morning” and which are a definitive “see ya never, loser”?
I found the Enneagram about five years ago now, and I know this is going to sound dramatic, but hear me out: it changed my life.
Taking ownership of your finances is daunting, but possible.
I’ve found that loving myself means letting myself love and delight in the things around me.
Having limits makes finding solutions that much more exciting.
These are all women who have stepped up and said, “Lillie, what do you need?”
I don’t quite remember how we came up with the name Dusty Kevin, but it had something to do with mispronouncing Dostoyevsky while making enough pierogies to feed an army.
I can’t remember the last time I bought meat at the grocery store.
Some days I think it would be a comfort to be the focus of a prophecy.
My physical and emotional being are inextricably intertwined, and that’s a good thing.
I’m sure the famine was still hard, even with the storehouses of supplies.
In the quiet of my own home I find myself always coming back to the gentle, familiar music of my childhood.
It was a relief to cut veggies or set the table and feel part of the space-making.
We do love Jesus. We do love people. But we are finding it harder and harder to love the church.
When I sat in my safety seminar for new hires, I was the one woman in a room of fifteen men.
It’s an old house; it can’t be that secure, right?
Being outside makes me a better person. I can’t explain it.