When I was a freshman in high school, I had an intense crush on an older boy. We’re talking intense, y’all. It was orderline obsessive, actually, and looking back, my behavior and feelings were completely unwarranted. I hardly knew him, save our experiences in first period Health & Safety class, and he literally didn’t know I existed. As friends can do, mine were determined to change that. Dissatisfied with my
Keeping Truth Close To My Heart
I’m not a big wearer of jewelry. I like it a lot, but I have about a million pieces that sit neglected on my hanging necklace rack and in my jewelry box. A lot of the necklaces are fancier than I normally wear (because I’m not generally a fancy, sparkly kind of girl), and some of them aren’t my style but I keep them for sentimental reasons. The real reason I don’t wear those,
For When You’re Sure You’re Sinking
A few days ago, a series of pretty minor circumstances collided in my life to plunge me into a very bad, very sad afternoon. I could detail the situations that led me there, but I don’t want this to be about that. They really aren’t that big of a deal, anyway, and I don’t want to take attention away from where I’m headed. In any case, as the sun sank
On Self-Discovery, Friendship, and Raising an Ebenezer
For as long as I can remember, “friendship” meant “fitting in,” but not in the sense of having a place to belong. Friendship was like a crocheted afghan, with each strand and each loop perfectly aligning in the pattern to create uniformity. It was fitting in to the point of matching – conforming – sticking closely enough to the pattern that any variances were undetectable. Friendship, for me, was a kind of
On That Day
It has been fifteen years since the unthinkable happened. How can it have been that long? It was on a Tuesday, that day when strangers embraced one another, friends sat in stunned silence, and a nation mourned for too many of its own. Where were you when it happened? I was a junior at Berry College, in Dr. Tenger’s 9:30 World Lit class, sitting next to my best friend Melissa. We
For the Mamas In The Bleachers
It’s springtime, which in my part of the world means pollen, azaleas, flip-flops, and little league baseball. I never grew up in the world of little league and rec-department sports, so the past three years that my daughter has been playing teeball have felt like an extended cultural study. I’ve gotten to see how other kids and other families were spending their evenings when I was at piano lessons and 4-H meetings
But For The Grace of God?
I’ve always been open about my struggle with depression, generalized anxiety, and panic disorder. I don’t keep it a secret, mainly because it doesn’t do me any good to hold it in and it doesn’t do you any good if I act like I don’t have any problems. There are no secrets here. I recently had to go back to my psychiatrist for the first time in nearly seven years.
What I Would Say To You
I understand where you are. You’re a woman of faith. You believe in Jesus and have experienced His touch of grace and salvation on your life. You know who He is and have personal stories of who He is to you. But you’re sad. Your feet feel like lead and there is a constant lump in your throat. Life….literally just living and breathing and existing…is exhausting. Or you’re panicked.
A Peek Inside
I wrote a post every day during the month of October, and then it seems I forgot how to blog. Believe me – I know how few and far between my posts have been lately. But can I be totally honest? It’s been a really hard couple of months for me. I don’t feel well – ever – and my time has been exhaustingly spent going from one doctor to
Why The Tooth Fairy Won’t Come Back To Our House
She woke up that morning and found a few dollars under her pillow where she had left her tooth the night before. The questions started immediately: “Mommy, is the tooth fairy even real? I mean, fairies aren’t real, right? So why would there be a tooth fairy? Have you and Daddy just been taking my teeth and keeping them somewhere secret?” My immediate reaction was almost one of guilt: admit nothing!
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