I’m talking about sex…the having of it. It’s not simply a topic, an expression, a choice. It’s this deep, layered, and somewhat mystifying act even if you don’t believe in God. And it’s this way regardless of any other thing you can think of that creates an “us/them” sort of separation: class, race, gender, ethnicity,…
Author: wordhabit
sex…a 7-day series.
It’s time for another series. This one will span the next 7 days. Why? Because it’s Sex Week* at University of Tennessee, Knoxville (UT) so how college students view and practice sex is on my mind in a particularly special way. Sex is deep. It’s layered. It’s somewhat mystifying. Let’s take it seriously. And let’s talk about it. Day 1: Yes,…
the crying
today’s been a random tear festival. the only thing i can attribute it to is hormones, really. that in addition to how i should be 14 weeks pregnant, beyond nausea and full of excitement. i should have told the world by now about the baby inside me and my hidden pinterest board would be on…
job description: part 1
roughly two months ago, i confessed to a group of colleagues that i used to think i was a good listener until i realized that i just didn’t talk. my confession elicited major laughter. it surprised me. i wasn’t trying to be funny and then i experienced the joy of being naturally funny. i tried not to…
on being a savior
The following posts are all dedicated to the students I’ve worked with through the years, from Lacombe, Alberta, to Knoxville, Tennessee and every other place in between. #1: spare an angel #2: eye of the tiger #3: if i could #4: doubting thomas #5: fix you job description: part 1
#5
I used to think I had to save you. It was the standard setup. You came to me with your stuff and I, the “all-knowing,” would listen and advise. It’s the stuff of movies and ministry fairytales. But you were already aware enough to know the answers and to tell me when my answers were…
#4
I used to think I had to save you. And then we had an unexpected meeting. The hug, the joy that ensued reminded me that we’re on equal footing. Yes, we occupy different roles and yes, our responsibilities to each other differ. Yet we walk together. If only I’d experienced more joy with you. We…