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Depression Is Not Like Bora Bora

Depression Is Not Like Bora Bora

I used to think depression looked a lot like being marooned on an island. At first, it’s devastating. You’re overwhelmed by the new surroundings, and terrified you’ll never, ever be able to leave. But each day, you take a small step towards learning to survive. You adapt, you get stronger, you sip some coconut juice. … Continue reading

An Ode To My Bedtime Books

An Ode To My Bedtime Books

Three moves have left each of my nightstand’s sturdy corners nicked; the espresso stain has been so worn down the blond wood pokes through in scattered slivers. The single drawer—filled with a dodgy assortment of items, as all nightstand drawers should be—sticks sometimes. A curvy yellow lamp sits cheerfully atop it, flanked by a notebook … Continue reading

My Lack of World-Changing Extracurriculars

My Lack of World-Changing Extracurriculars

A deliciously chubby six-month-old is swatting a plush green bird at my feet. His three-year-old brother is sleepily sprawled on the couch, watching Curious George. It’s a rare moment of still in our tireless household. The sun set hours ago, so all the lights are switched on, casting a hazy glow over the dishes piled … Continue reading

Is Cheeseburger Soup Enough?

Is Cheeseburger Soup Enough?

I love simple food. I could live off warm toast smothered with creamy butter. Tangy crisp green apples. Field cucumbers sprinkled with salt. Ice cold milk generously poured over crunchy cereal flakes at 11 pm. And cheeseburger soup. Cheeseburger soup is a liquid hug. It’s ground beef and chopped celery, shredded carrots and melt-in-your-mouth potatoes, … Continue reading

Six Weeks of One-Word Prayers

Six Weeks of One-Word Prayers

You don’t know what the story is about when you’re in the middle of it. You think you do, but you don’t. You make up all kinds of possible story lines: this is about growing up. Or this is about living without fear. You can guess all you want, but you don’t know. All you … Continue reading

The Sunday She Stood

The Sunday She Stood

I was 30 years old the first time I heard a woman preach. And no, it wasn’t a women’s conference. Or a Bible study. She wasn’t a visiting missionary, or giving that cute little mini message that happens before the actual sermon. I mean honest-to-goodness-Sunday-morning-real-deal-preaching. I happened to be at a church I drop in on … Continue reading

When Christians Give You A Scalded Toast Heart

When Christians Give You A Scalded Toast Heart

I grew up in Sunday School. A non-descript room with squeaky linoleum floors, wooden chairs arranged as neat and precise as we were expected to behave. I can still hear our thin childish voices filling the rafters with unabashed joy during worship, chubby hands clapping and waving wildly with the actions, shouting about our Jesus. … Continue reading

When Your Body Talks Back

When Your Body Talks Back

You step out of the shower. Take a deep breath as the steam slowly creeps up to the ceiling. Inwardly tell yourself to have grace. To speak words of love. Of affirmation. Anything positive will suffice really. You turn to the mirror. You want so badly to love me. But that brick wall of insecurity … Continue reading

The Splenda Level of Friendship

The Splenda Level of Friendship

Standing at the coffee bar, I discreetly tear open two yellow packets of sweetener. I watch as the sparkling granules swirl into my English breakfast tea, dissolving easily. Only after my paper cup has been securely sealed do I take a seat at a tucked away table. You greet me a wide easy grin. We’ve … Continue reading

When God Asks You to Take Out the Trash

When God Asks You to Take Out the Trash

I hate taking out the garbage. It is by far the worst of all household tasks. It might be my superhuman olfactory senses. Or because the colossal effort it requires to take out the trash remains unappreciated to the naked eye, tucked under the sink. It may have a smidge to do with the fact … Continue reading