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Reconsidering Reconsideration

I debated about writing this for a while. One, because no one needs my words. Everything under the sun has been said already by people like me who probably don’t have enough knowledge to be valuable, and two, because I struggle with the sin of pride. I have an unhealthy competitive nature, and I have…

Surrendering to Rest in a Time of Pandemic

Oh hey! Remember me? I used to write to you on the regular until a new teaching job, grad classes, and parenting young children had me a bit…preoccupied. But if I am being honest, that’s me pretty much always. One stark realization learned from this social distancing/life on pause situation is that while I was…

Wrestling God: Meeting in the Messy Middle

  So you may or more likely may not have noticed that I haven’t blogged a single, solitary time this summer. There are reasons for this. One being that I am starting a new job in the fall. Still teaching. But a dramatic shift. I can no longer rely on the fact that I had…

Until We Meet Again: A Farewell to Comfort and First Jobs

Sometimes I think one of my biggest obstacles has been comfort.  This is real talk and not a humble brag. “Mmm…I guess my biggest problem is that my life is just too comfy and perfect.” No. Nope. Not the case.   But I am guilty of making comfort my ideal rather than being brave or generous…

The 7 Days of Spring Break

[To be sung/wept softly to the tune of the 12 Days of Christmas]   On the first day of Spring Break, this teacher-mom did find: One sick and puking kid On the second day of Spring Break, this teacher-mom did find: two stacks of papers to grade and one sick and puking kid On the…

Mothering a Son: Blessing or Curse?

I wrote a poem in college called “Eve’s Curse” about the beautiful and messy task of falling in love with, raising up, and letting go of a son. To sum it up: we love them and pour our lives into them and then they leave us. That is the curse. Weirdly, I write my best…

Snow Day Musings of a Mom/Teacher

Captain’s Log: The 71st Snowpocalypse of 2k19 (a.k.a World’s End) Ready to experience all of the stages of grief? DENIAL: Working until the 4th of July won’t be so bad. June is overrated. Idle hands and all that. Speaking of, I will get so much done at my house today. So much cleaning and organizing…

We’re All Rescue Dogs

So we got a dog. That in and of itself is not a remarkable or shocking statement. Unless you know me. I am a planner. I have been curating a list of acceptable dog breeds on my “Possible Pups” Pinterest board for six years. We were thinking of spring so that we could do potty…

Super Trios, Underrated Fruit, and the Truth about Obedience

Growing up in the church, I learned no fewer than seven catchy jingles that listed the fruits of the Spirit.  I colored countless fruity pictures where love was an apple, and peace was a peach, and joy was a watermelon or something to that effect. I feel like those first three fruits were the all-star…

The Art of Pondering

I have been doing a lot of pondering lately. Pity Ponder Parties. Lots of thinking. Lots of moping. Paralysis by analysis. Ruminating on the injustice of it all. Literally, all of the injustice–personal, social, local, global. All.of.it. I struggle with anger, but lately, it has just been uglier than usual.  And I have had to…