OCD DCO OCD DCO
Sometimes, though, I wonder where my personality ends and my OCD begins. Or if they’re distinct at all.
We Had KFC at my Grandmother’s Memorial Service
She’d never finish hers, but the smell of the chicken was enough to remind her we loved her.
Cheesecakes and IRB Forms
Toward the end of the graduate bible study my wife and I led this past academic year, two things were almost always certain: cheesecakes and IRB forms.
Home Alone
As it turns out, bad habits don’t evaporate just because there’s nobody around to witness them.
May Reading Recommendations
This month, I’d like to highlight a few things I’ve enjoyed reading online over the last couple of months, starting of course, with a piece on the perils of reading and writing online.
I Am Sadness
Sadness drives me toward community in a way joy never has. Sadness bids for honesty, serves as my greatest ally in empathy, checks my anger, and encourages me to look at another side of the story.
Wrinkles
I was once told the way that my eyebrows slope down symbolizes wisdom, but it looks like sadness, which might be the same thing.
With This Ring
But regardless of his insistence that I follow his exact instructions or else something might go Terribly Wrong, I’d come too far to go back now.
Know the Place
Here’s today’s morning devotion for the senior class.
In Defense of Ideals
When I got home one day and saw him pathetically trying to work, I summoned up the vision of the ideal wife and did what she would do.
