Here's what I know so far: I hate to be needy but long for intimacy.
Here's what I know so far: I hate to be needy but long for intimacy.
Aside from praying and thinking a lot about politics, I've been excited about other things too.
I worry my son will grow up and look back from his second half and think, “Shame on her. She was the adult.”
Being a person is hard. We have so many parts to our selves, but all I really want is to be one.
People need medical care, food, and safety. But what happens next?
If every year I begin advent with an ache in my heart over dreams never realized, bodily pain, and loss, then I am appropriately humbled.
I will try not to be jealous and trust that you still like me too.
These memories of Mrs. Hess, collected by me as a child and now sifted by my adult self, illustrate the difficulty of being human. We are all endlessly complicated to each other.
I wear a different hat in each one.
for me it felt less like a retreat and more like an assertion
“What are you so afraid of?” he asked with his very insensitive calm and clarity of mind. “I don't know!” I spat back with the righteous indignation of a woman gripped by anxiety. “That's why I'm afraid!!!”
Ever have days when being a SAHM kind of sucks, but you're not sure how to talk about it? Yeah. Me too.
...I’m just happy for the poor thing that she is still living life and growing beauty with all that she is up against.