When I was in my late teens my father gifted me with a clear tube filled with blue goo. As you can guess by that sentence my mother usually gave the gifts, but that made this tube of goo special and ...
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Mmmmm smell that fresh stank
There is something fresh about a new year. It smells like that first stank of something that has just been busted out of its packaging and is pregnant with possibility. There are dreams to be had and ...
Sit With Me
I recently realized something pretty devastating: I have begun to put second things first and first things second. There is pure beauty in the moments where you sit with someone you love, totally ...
What Lies Beneath
Spring is upon us in North Carolina so I took our brood outside and took a walk around the front flower beds (and really that is being generous because right now it is a bunch of dead stuff mixed ...
Umbros
Before middle school began my neighborhood best friend (who was a year ahead of me) offered her depth of insight and wisdom. Having already survived the introduction year to what was then junior ...
GROW
The dictionary tells us that to grow is “to spring up and develop into maturity”. I’m becoming intimately acquainted with this process recently, because in our superb wisdom we went ahead and got a ...
Hold My Earrings
Yesterday I had a counseling appointment. As I was growing up my mom had a really great way of making sure that normal stuff was not stigmatized and when I asked her if I was weird or had something ...
Half Caf, No Whip, With a Shot of Let’s Gooooo!
I’m preparing a talk while at a coffee shop, one of the cool ones with people busting out of the seams doing all the important things while drinking fancy beverages and eating yummy breakfast ...
My Favorite Color is Green
I have been hiding so long that it's almost too bright out here for my eyes to adjust. As a teacher and encourager it is a downright hostile environment to say anything at all these days. Seriously, ...
500 Pieces
Over the past two weeks I have sat down and begun about eight different posts. I've tried writing on the fly, in a restaurant, coffee shop, and my home. I’ve written outside with the chirping and ...
