I Want To Be Superman
As cheesy as it sounds, I sometimes ask myself, “What would Superman do?”
Confessions of Someone With a Unique Name
I relished when a substitute teacher would do roll call and I’d prepare to say, “It’s pronounced ‘Carlisle’.”
Confessions of a Wannabe Activist
I asked my boyfriend, “Are we bad protestors?”
Confessions of an Amoeba Pringle Man
My fourth confession: I don’t talk about this.
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.
