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I’m not so sure if we become "better" people incrementally or all at once.  Do we really grow, mature, become incrementally 1% “different” or “better” each day? Perhaps realistically we become .0003% better each day, as a full percent seems like far too ample of character development. At a rate of 1% enhancement, by mid April, I suppose we’d be perfect specimens! There would be nothing to quarrel about! Or rather do we plateau for days, weeks, months, at a time before someth

Maybe I am a little lost. siighhhhhHHhhh. I thought that would feel good to admit somewhere.  Some days I feel so incredibly discouraged. I will dramatically gaze out the window and then start weeping like I’m waiting on my husband to return from war. It’s a real and genuine cry and I wouldn’t call it self-wallowing. I just think I’m a little lost.  But things are fine. No one died. None of my legs are broken. I haven't had any latino men break my heart lately. So if things a

I’ve been a Christian for a long time, but I have never been particularly studious. It’s paradoxical and ironic. I’ll explain why. I liked school. I liked community building and making friends and talking to people different from me and all those aspects of institutionalized education. I’d pay attention in classes that appealed to me, which were mostly English and literature classes (if the book assigned was interesting enough). In college when studies got broader, I leaned i

I went to my friend Luke’s house this afternoon to go sledding.  I rap on the door and wait for what feels like a minute. It was forty four seconds (I counted), then I opened the door anyways, despite not being attended to.  “Let's be childlike!!! ”, I pleaded to the guys. A group of them were strewn out among the couches as the hockey game on the TV blaringly filled the room. I didn't recognize two of the five humans piled in between cushions. They were quiet. After some tim

I like to watch sticky-fingered, and crumby-mouthed children who pull onto their parent's necks, eager to be scooped up and held. They press their chest into their mom or dad's shoulder and drape over them like melted wax. I love watching people in conversation from afar and bear witness to how their mannerisms differ or mirror one anothers. I like to guess their relationship and smile at the smallness of them from my viewpoint. I remember that their present connection is jus

Reframing has to be one of the most powerful tools our little rat brains possess these days. In a world where information is shoved down our throats from people on the internet who don’t really know their north from south, talk out of their ass about why men do things, why women respond they way they do, how to have a glow, how to"not care", they tease psychology facts with no accredited degree, they preach about who you ought to become this year, they launch their subsc

It's been about six months since my last confession, (blog post), and I’d say that roughly this is how long it takes to be so revved up by an idea, approximately how long it takes to feel a tide shifting inside that i literally have NO CHOICE but to write about it edit the living crap out of my words become disappointed with the result OVERCOME said disappointment then upload it to some intangible sphere and be happy if 2-3 eyeballs give it a peek.  We've made it. I still fee

I’m far less restless than I was a year ago and I have a few suspicions as to why. I’m dog sitting this weekend- which is always a fine staycation when the family has an espresso machine, an affectionate golden retriever, and a big ol’ sectional fit for a semi-annual blogger. I took the pup for a lap, fed her canned green beans, then brewed myself a nice cup of something Colombian roasted and began to type. That cliche pranced across my mind, “writing until the coffee gets co