Anger Is Fun, Or Why All Those Outraged People Annoy You

[click for photo credit] In college I was Queen of the Boycott. As a Social Work major, it was my job to know about all the evil going on. Boycotting businesses, corporations or people was the only sane response to ALL THIS DESPICABLE INJUSTICE OUT HERE!!!!!! Because if you're not outraged, you're not paying attention. … Continue reading Anger Is Fun, Or Why All Those Outraged People Annoy You

I am the opposite of me

I am a paradox. And so are you. We are clean and shiny in some areas of ourselves, yet disheveled disasters in others. The real estate of our souls and our yards is impeccable from one angle, and painfully unkempt from another. How is it that we can live with coexisting brilliance and ignorance, with generous … Continue reading I am the opposite of me

A reason to purge

My dresser drawers barely close. I fold, stuff and shove, but they don't stay shut. Fabric peers out from the top. Too much stuff. I fancy myself a Purger, a lady who lives light, who doesn't value things too much. But how can that be true when my drawers are half open, contents spilling out? … Continue reading A reason to purge

I am Jesus’ awkward friend

In college, it was getting easy. I finally figured out how to make friends, not talk too much or make people feel uncomfortable around me. And aside from the tumultuous relationships and the general self-loathing, my relationship with God felt relatively sturdy too. In the mornings, I propped up my pillow behind my head, then … Continue reading I am Jesus’ awkward friend

Unblock your writer

"I write in terror. I have to talk myself into bravery with every sentence, sometimes every syllable." –Cynthia Ozick "Don’t simply tell me that faith saves you, tell me how it almost failed you, too. Don’t tell me about love, speak of your passion. Don’t tell me you’re hurt, let me see your heart breaking. … Continue reading Unblock your writer

There’s Always Money in the Banana Stand Cream Pie

This afternoon, my kitchen was a mess from lunch with friends, and I just left it that way. Now it's dinner time, and I should be fixing something with protein in it, but instead I decided I wanted to make a banana cream pie. I'm a terribly impractical cook. But in my defense, today is … Continue reading There’s Always Money in the Banana Stand Cream Pie

Losing beauty

I stood in the bathroom and swished my short mop between my hands one more time. Staring into the mirror last night, I complained aloud to my mother that I didn't feel like myself. "I want my glamour back," I whined. "I feel like a news anchor or a soccer mom. It's so suburban. So … Continue reading Losing beauty

Rapidly in Pursuit of Failure

I am a sprinter. I live life in short bursts. Two weeks chasing a hobby, or a sparkling new pursuit. Giving myself completely to an idea. Up late, up early, energized and watching my work put on skin. It's terrifically exciting. All that momentum. All the success, real and imagined. But it's also terrifying.These energy bursts, these … Continue reading Rapidly in Pursuit of Failure

The answer to my prayers for patience; or When I think I will take up drinking

The Siders' house has been the headquarters of a host of eclectic maladies this week. Which is another way of saying we got nothing done. Not the Christmas shopping or the home scrubbing. Just staying alive, feeding ourselves. That was enough.Today was our big day to knock it out, all the things that had been … Continue reading The answer to my prayers for patience; or When I think I will take up drinking