On the last day of real life, six months ago today, I ate pizza at a restaurant with some of my favorite people. I miss them. Critical commentary and witty banter in person feels like family. Critical commentary and witty banter via Zoom feels like maybe we’re mean. For days I will eat a bagel,…
Back in 1946, when my Mom thinks my great Aunt Jean and Uncle Dale got this formica table, I’m certain they never imagined that almost 75 years later their great great niece Audrey (Little Bit) would have this thing called a laptop sitting on it, and would be using it as a desk for virtual…
What if the one to blame is actually me? Or us? What if what we think is the fault of others is actually the fault of ours? We and us are Christians. Me, and maybe you. I’ve spent a lot of my adult life retraining my brain to not first think of God as the…
The most pathetic bucket of adults are those that never really mentally move past high school or college. Who are either starstruck by themselves and their moment of glory on the field or in class or with a group of people, or who still long for acceptance and belonging because they never really achieved it…
I support strong women. I do not have to agree with everything a strong woman believes in to support her. I do not have to agree with everything a strong woman believes in to know she can do her job. I do not have to agree with everything a strong woman believes in to vote…
I pray for trees. I don’t know if this is a middle-aged crazy lady thing or a just a trust-God-in-all-things thing. Perhaps it’s a bit of both. But yesterday, I found myself praying for my trees. Hurricane Isaias seemed like it would be a non-event. Maybe I no longer worry about storms that don’t bring…
One thing experience has taught me about narcissists: after a “nobody likes me” moment they will show up the next day with an even greater view of themselves and how much they contribute to the world and how smart they are. That poor me moment yesterday may have been an actual moment of clarity or…
With the exception of Mary, I don’t think I’ve even once thought about the women in Jesus’ family tree. What a horrible thing to be true about a Christian and a feminist. But a few weeks ago I came across an artist named Tricia Robinson, and was really moved by her work and especially her…
There’s no way we can go back to school and keep children and educators safe. I’ve resigned myself to this, and at the same time it makes me really frustrated and really angry. There are tourists and locals filling restaurants here every night. Bars are open. The local water park is hosting kids and their…
Every single work blouse I have can be paired with jeans that are old and ripped. Work pants are unnecessary BS in my closet and in my life, taking up space where more cute and comfy tops could be. Breaks are way more important than I thought and I need to take them regardless of…
