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The Promise

But here are the deer, following the prodigal pattern. And me—well, I’ve been watching from the window for them this whole time.

Look at the Women

You want to talk about how to teach young girls to love themselves? Or to believe that their bodies are temples, and not objects of shame?

Year Three

Now we’re nearing the end of year three, and I’m happy to say that while we haven’t quite stopped having conflicts about the small things, we’ve at least stopped feeling ashamed about them.

A Prayer for the Twenty-Somethings

be with every late night job-searcher, every too-old-for-internships-er, all of us just looking for a step in the door. Be with the waiters who aren’t scientists yet, the sales clerks who aren’t published yet.


Lilith cries out to God that he made her from filth, so what else did he expect from her? And so it was Lilith I thought of when I realized how bad things had become.

Kitchen Lovely

It’s not the kitchen I imagined. In fact, it’s nowhere near the kitchen I imagined.
But there’s no place I’m happier in.

The Search for Grandma

A few weeks ago, Grandma fell in her bedroom. She pulled a bookcase down on top of her, breaking several ribs and pushing her further down “the road” than she had been before.


Today, he is known as “the father of gynecology” and is loved for—as his statues say—“treating empress and slave alike.”

Setting the Table

Take two balls of dough out from the fridge. Roll out both on the kitchen counter. Don’t bother trying to form a perfect circle, only God could manage that.

What We Talk About When We Talk About The Fire Alarm

We had been bearing all of these trials patiently enough, however, until the day the toilet started belching. I want you to imagine what that must sound like, and after you have, I want you to imagine me hearing those sounds alone in the apartment—which coincidentally, did not contain a plunger.

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