v-day…
Ok, I own it. I’m ridiculously interested in the lives of people I don’t know. All last week I couldn’t help but ask what people were doing to celebrate the holiday. Even as a single girl for over 2,274 days I watched people plan dates to celebrate...
she spread her wings…
Dear Mom, Today is your birthday and though I don’t remember how I started loving you, I do remember a pivotal time when it mattered. I remember being four years old. No, I really do. I may not remember every detail of July 7th or November 21st, but I can tell...
justin bieber, never say never, and elitism…
Surviving a private, liberal arts college and obtaining a masters degree in humanities while holding onto pop culture is a sash I proudly wear. I vividly remember Dr. Johnston’s sociology course with some of my college’s famed NPR-listening,...
seven revelations…
Boys have always alluded me. They are like an enigma. A conundrum. A RuPaul fashion show. No matter how hard I try to make sense of them, my understanding ends up more like a Picasso than a Michelangelo. You know, disjointed, slightly off, and kinda-sorta-weird...
I’m a writer and teacher in love with two men: Jesus and my husband, Matt. [You might not find this funny, but I laugh at myself, so it all balances out.]
