Confessions of a Professional Bridesmaid
My fellow bridesmaids call me Mary Poppins for my bag full of supplies.
Compulsive Confessions
Confession, and the elements that make up Reconciliation, became my safety net.
Confessions of a PBS Kid
We would secretly memorize Wild Kratt facts so we could regurgitate them to our parents at our next zoo visit, acting as if we’d always known that otters could be up to six feet long.
I Regret My Wedding
Looking back, I wouldn’t call it the best day of my life.
Confessions of a Restrained Blogger
For one post only, I’ll take a stab at getting the last word.
Confessions of a Wedding Hater
Bible passages, sermons, vows, unity candles, unity candle alternatives (beer-based)—I’ve got something to say about all of it.
Panem et Circuses
Is there a show that starts with twenty-four-plus contestants that are whittled down to half by the end of the first night?
Metal for Disney Adults
Sorry commenters, sometimes Vessel does sound like the emo kid who wrote poetry in high school.
The Concession Conundrum
But what this anecdote reveals to me upon reflection is not the gleeful victory of one consumer against the upcharging corporate hegemon nor a testament to my sleight of hand.
The Sacrament of Reconciliation
I see that conflict is most wholly resolved when we are moved by the pain reflected in the person before us.
