The Posts I Didn’t Write
I almost wrote about the aquarium, about my approaching wedding, and about my cats one more time for good measure.
The Tragedy of Camille Claudel
I can’t help but think that we do people a disservice when we view their gifts only or mostly through the lens of their pain.
Post-Show Reflections
It’s challenging to express joy or sympathy onstage when your default habit is checking whether your eyebrows are expressing intrigue or ennui.
An Open Apology to Austin Butler
Why did I judge you for changing your voice from normal to sillily sexy?
Where the Kudzu Grows
Kudzu is strong, but the fight for our native plants is not yet over.
Dating Advice For My Past Self
You’ll realize that you don’t want someone who won’t cry with you when you’re mourning.
Pastors’ Lives Through a PK’s Eyes
When I lost count of the congregants who had taken the mic to say a word, I did give my watch more than one glance.
Us
We order cookies for delivery because I convince you they will make me feel better.
Eighth Sunday After Pentecost, Year B
Michal loves David, and she is punished, over and over and over for it.
Callused
Time and friction.
