Far Too Many Fux

Awhile back (we’re talking last summer, y’all), I had the distinct pleasure of reading The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck. I say it was a pleasure because I have a life-long habit of giving LOTS of f*cks about LOTS of things… making it extremely refreshing to imagine another way of being- one with…

A Human, Being

Anybody remember this post? Yeah, me neither. Apparently, I wrote it in mid-October of last year and then promptly forgot about it. Which is weird, right? I had what I felt was a real spiritual encounter, a full-on revelation from God. I’d assumed that such a mind-blowing declaration of sobering truth would be accompanied by thunder…

Lost in the Parenting Desert

When a dear friend called to tell me about a brilliant local event she wanted to plan around the theme of “drought,” I thought “hell yeah.” It was a particularly awful day, during what most of us might call the “apocalyptic period” of this last summer – so much smoke you couldn’t see the mountains…

The Power of Waiting

I’ve been waiting my whole life. Waiting to get my ears pierced so I could stop wearing (unreliable) plastic press-ons, to turn sixteen and get behind the wheel by myself, to start twelfth grade and be a top-dog senior, with off-campus lunch privileges and skip days. I’ve been waiting to graduate high school and experience…

The Only Good Spider is a Spider Vein

I’ve only seen my mother wear shorts a handful of times in my life – a pretty courageous feat, considering I grew up in the stifling, humid heat of North Texas. No matter the weather, she preferred the full leg cover of jeans, pants or a long skirt, ashamed of baring her legs to an…

Nobody Knows How to Love You (Unless You Teach Them How)

When I birthed my firstborn, my mom stayed with us for a week and organized our pantry. Slowly, over the course of seven days, our dry goods and snacks were divided into clear plastic containers, each with a shiny white label neatly attached. “Rice.” “Sugar.” “Snack nuts.” This was her gift to me, the one…