My one temptation to Protestantism is their...
Essays
In Addition to Itching, Broadleaf Plantain Balm Also Helps Relieve My Uselessness as a Wife and Mother
I put the book down that I had been reading...
Christ Came to Visit Me Twice Last Week
Christ came to visit me twice last week. The...
What if Pagan Festivals are Just Misinterpreted Yearnings for Christian Feast Days?
It feels like the climate of Mercury outside, only hotter. The sun is out from practically sunrise to sunset. And the lightning bugs have started appearing as soon as I tell my kids it’s time for them to go to bed causing long battles that always...
Accused of Being a ‘Becky’ While Minding My Own Business
I pass by the local middle school on my run route every morning. Yesterday, I ran by as they were doing some sort of drill outside. Several of the middle school males took a break from telling each other doody jokes and giving each other dutch...
A Sourdough Loaf of Lies and a Journey Towards Food Independence
My grocery store made a bold claim. Printed on the sticker of several loaves in the bakery were the words “Tastes just like San Francisco Sourdough Bread”. For a few years,...
What If Staring at People While They Sleep Isn’t Necessarily Psychopathic but a Misinterpreted Yearning to See the Sleeper as They Will Look When Perfected?
I share a common interest with psychopaths: watching people sleep. Though, I can’t be sure our motives for watching people are the same. And I don’t sneak into other people’s...
Pulling Myself Out of a Funk to Get Back into the Race That is Lent
I had some sort of respiratory virus at the beginning of Lent that knocked me down for a week and then kept me lethargic and coughing for another week. I’m glad it happened during Lent...
Putting the Hallowed back in Halloween
My Childhood Halloweens As a kid in a non-religious household, I enjoyed all the secular aspects of Halloween. the art projects at school my mother putting up a few decorations picking a costume my mother refusing to buy it so then making a costume going door to...
I Am an Extrovert When I Am Running
I always run from social situations and so I found it odd that I am so social while running. As I waved and yelled out “Good Morning” to the neighbor lady across the street whom I run past while...
The Man Who Was Thursday vs. The Picture of Dorian Gray: An Exercise in Literature
At the beginning of the summer, I came down with some sort of virus that made me ill for about a day or two and then feeling much better but drained of all energy in the subsequent week and a...
If They Were All One Part, Where Would the Body Be? Or, I am a Foot
Sometimes I am sad because I am not a great evangelist or because I am not a great theologian or orator. I would love to write great literary works that entertain while making the reader contemplate the transcendentals but alas, what I write is more literary fiasco. I...