today i woke up in a bit of a funk. i’m an idealist. i woke up knowing i’d slept but not feeling rested. bumber #1. and that’s all it took to begin my focus on things i cannot control. like whether or not those i minister to and with are receiving proper spiritual nurture at…
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and then…
(from june 24, 2014) when you haven’t yet cried over something and then the flip is randomly switched… it’s such a vulnerable space. the tears flow as if to say, “dare us to stop,” and you know it’s good and right and real and honest. and still. it confuses while simultaneously clarifying. you could have…
you thought you were hungry but you’re actually dehydrated
I’m sure someone will correct me if I’m wrong. For now, I’ll believe I’m right and I drink accordingly. I’m pregnant, you see, and things are happening to my body that I never could have imagined in either my most creative or delusional moments. One of the latest of these great wonders is feeling sick…
mother’s day: is it for me?
a year ago yesterday, i sat at the end of the church pew and cried. i couldn’t help it. i couldn’t stop it. each tear effortlessly streamed down my face. why? because the children were handing out flowers to mothers but not to me. i tried to prep myself the day before, reading a blog that…
the steps we wish we didn’t have to take
O’Hare’s C concourse is as full as ever. As usual, I hope to run into someone I know, particularly someone I haven’t talked to in years. What good are long layovers otherwise? I’m en route to Michigan. There I’ll definitely see people I haven’t seen in a good while. There will be hugs and moments…
complicated giving
i experienced something really interesting this afternoon. well, it began earlier this week, probably monday. here’s the story. seeing as finals are upon college students, i thought of some small way to lighten the load of two. any two. i purchased two gift cards from a local eatery, typed up words of encouragement, put them…
Greeter
I don’t consider myself the greatest conversationalist. Never have. But I’m learning to be present and engage honestly. So dead space isn’t tough to navigate and active listening yields real exchanges.