I want a God like NASA
I don’t feel comfortable when people talk about God’s perfect plan, probably because I don’t believe in it.
I don’t feel comfortable when people talk about God’s perfect plan, probably because I don’t believe in it.
I got the syllabus, and I saw something new: forty percent of my final grade in the class is “social media impact.”
It was like asking the two of them to play a game of ping pong, but no one had brought any paddles and the only ball available was a brick.
At first, the concept of intelligent plants seemed a little far-fetched, or, rather, whimsical, a kind of wishful thinking that envisioned a magical world, rather Tolkein-esque.
We found a bike he fell in love with and, you guessed it, it’s pink and princess-emblazoned. He does not yet realize that this is not what is “expected” of him, and more power to him for it.
I remember being so overwhelmed and lost three months in. I can promise you—it gets better! How long have I been here? Almost a year, actually. Well, okay, six months. But coming up on a year.
They say the drive to grandma’s house is always longer than the way home.
We live in a world where we think everything worth learning should be Google-able, but the truth is that we use easy answers as a crutch to support us as we fumble along on legs that aren’t strengthened by the workout routine of inquiry.
Unfortunately, my triage mindset has leaked out into my personal life, and I now do this with men. Yup, it’s true: I triage my dates.
The server, now finishing up her closing work, stopped all of a sudden and said to me, “Oh my gosh, you don’t have a phone or anything to look at?” I held up my LG. She literally put her hand to her mouth.