Warning: This post is about some pretty gritty stuff. Don't continue reading if that makes you uncomfortable. I was reading an article the other day about how men and women in the military physically handle the finer points of hygiene in ground combat. (Yeah, I read a lot of things and have no idea how … Continue reading Hypocrite.
I have recently begun the application and interview process for doctoral programs and, with that, am having to answer questions about my dissertation research. I have had a thought rattling around for years about researching the weight of Christ-given identity in college-age women in the church and how the lack of ownership of that identity … Continue reading Little girls.
I have been thinking lately about what I would do if I stopped doing what I do now. Higher education is life-giving in so many ways...and allows theft of life in others. I am not at a place where I want to stop; I have simply been wondering what I would do instead if given … Continue reading RSVP.
It is the thing I don't talk about much. How it all started. I can wax poetic on the need for us all to be a little more vulnerable and break the stigma of mental health and shed light on our hurting places so we can experience healing individually and collectively. I am honest about … Continue reading What the locusts have eaten.
Four years ago, I found myself at something of an impasse. I had just gotten out of an abusive relationship and in speaking up, alienated myself from friends and my church. My job environment was quickly deteriorating into something I no longer wished to be part of, and a job prospect with my dream NGO … Continue reading In the wilderness.
If I tell you I love you, I mean it. All the way. No restrictions. No conditions. I know people use it wrong and say it when they don't mean it and those experiences have caused you to question its validity each and every time. Not me. I mean it. I didn't used to. I … Continue reading I love you.
I am an outcast, an outsider, a person on the fringe. I often feel that I do not fit in anywhere well, and I write about that feeling a lot. I am too tattooed and traveled for the church. Too much of a prude for the world. Too loud for the social escapees. Too quiet … Continue reading Too old to be single.