May has been a month brimful with emotions. I need to discipline myself to write every day, rather than doing short recaps like this. This month I turned 23 and was alone a lot. The day after my birthday I found out that my grandmother had passed away, and I discovered didn’t know how to…
This week has been full of fantastic blog posts. Better writers than me are saying things that I have been thinking for months or years, and it’s delightful to read their clear, succinct essays on these subjects. I’m not Emerson, so I don’t have a problem with hearing my thoughts in another’s words. Happy reading!…
Rachel Held Evans wrote this excellent post on Mary Magdalene, and her relationship to Easter and to the Apostles. You should go read it. Easter is rich with new things to learn and observe. I was glad to realize this weekend that there is always more depth to the Story than I understand right now.
I’m pushing through today on ibuprofen and weak coffee Trying not to register spring’s appearance this morning for fear of feeling the life-beat vibrating outdoors. The sunlight shifted yesterday, and the sky removed her dressing gown If I ignore it, it never happened. I didn’t notice the smallness of your kiss, the withdrawing of your…
I think I avoid writing because I’m not comfortable talking about what really matters to me. And I’m not comfortable talking about it because I’m afraid of the criticism and friendly “heart checks” I’ll get from my parents and the good people who knew me mostly during 2000 – 2008. I am happy to either…
Tonight I made Kevin a Valentine’s Day dinner (belatedly). He loved it — I think the recipe speaks for itself. Bacon Tenderloin with Bourbon Mushroom Sauce Melt 3 T butter over medium high heat in a medium-sized frying pan. Saute: 3/4 cup chopped mushrooms 1/2 cup chopped onion When translucent, remove from pan. Set aside. Prepare…
Tomorrow Kevin and I regress into the “need” of having an internet connection at home. There’s a lot of good things that will come with this, but I’m trying to steel myself into Wendell Berry-esque curmudgeonry so I don’t forget the real life things that we value more than connectivity and entertainment or feeding our information…
i remember learning to use a coffee maker for the first time in oakland, when the sunrise was molten on the edges of the hills and turned the kitchen floor into sun-puddles and bacon was a special breakfast my grandmother let me stand on tip-toe and pour the water in it was cold through the…
Last night, hit by both “my brain is flat-lining after a long day” and an absurd level of contentment–despite running into the awkward moment earlier in the evening at the grocery store checkout when my debit card declined a $5 transaction and I was scrounging for pennies in my change purse [we’re okay, it was just coincidental…
I have an ikon now. But what about “Thou shalt not make for yourself any graven image”? First: I do not think that God is in the picture in my kitchen. I do not think he looks like a double-chinned Caucasian with doe-eyes. I do not believe I am kissing the face of Jesus when…