book reviews…

book reviews…

Maybe I have obsessive compulsive disorder [read: I do have obsessive compulsive disorder], but I read multiple books at once. I look at it like a meal: some protein, some carbs, and some sugar [because really, Sugar Busters was the in diet of the 90s, but who besides...
how marriage works…

how marriage works…

After a year of marriage, I think I understand how marriage works. A month ago: I received an amazing present after a long trip Two weeks ago: I received a thoughtful gift One week ago: I received a something I asked for a while back Yesterday it allllllll made sense....

on purity…

So after reading all of your comments from Monday’s blog, there wasn’t much else I could say. No, like really, your stories and comments pretty much handled the thesis I was going to pitch today: Purity is—and should be—relegated to all aspects...
two hands…

two hands…

She’s sixteen. She has her whole life to be lived. She has hopes and dream and wishes yet to be discovered. And she has terminal cancer. Over a year ago I wrote about Gracie, the vibrant teenager who has been a part of my family since the womb. When we found out...

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