This is Wrong: Teaching in the Age of School Shootings
Saint John once wrote that perfect love casts out fear. I beg to differ.
Saint John once wrote that perfect love casts out fear. I beg to differ.
The sheer novelty of the experience evoked a feeling of shock, as well as a slight blush. Perhaps there was something to this “feeling pretty” thing after all.
We are incessantly inundated with tips, narratives, and guidelines for how to be sexy.
We’re made to want things, to feel a deep burning ache, to pine. It’s innate to being human. We long for intimacy and connection, for a place and a people where we find peace.
With strength in numbers, Cadets was wildly successful at my church. And then there was our paltry GEMS organization.
The story tells us that when God sees Adam’s loneliness, he decides to create another creature, but not an equal.
You want to tell them what a boner is, so that if they ever come across one in an intimate environment, they know their boyfriend isn’t suddenly suffering from spontaneously protruding intestinal organs.
For example, the medieval church declared you could not have sex on Sundays (or Thursdays, Fridays, or Saturdays).
Dear First Kiss,
Thank you for the pause and rephrase that changed your “can I kiss…” to “can we kiss?”
There are a few things I thought about (as well as a few things I wish I had thought about) by the time I first had sex. Maybe a conversation about the real definition can start there.