Remember that one time when you were a diva and wouldn’t poop even though I knew you had to because, from birth, it’s been your habit to hold it until the very last second? And remember when I took you outside one last time before bed and you almost went but then got distracted and no further attempts to make you poop yielded anything but multiple blanks stares? And then I said, “If you wake me up in the middle of the night because you don’t feel inclined to poop just quite yet but will feel led to do so … Continue reading
I bought a KeepCup last Friday. I know this is the groundbreaking news you were hoping to hear. You may be wondering why a) I spent $25 on a 12oz glass travel mug and b) I’m writing to tell you about it, so let me just go ahead and say that it’s 100% because of your influence.
It all started because Jen Hatmaker decided to live differently and write Seven. And she did that, in part, because Shane Claiborne decided to live differently and write The Irresistible Revolution. And he did that, probably in large part, because Jesus … Continue reading
This is 100% a copout for an actual post with real words and thoughts. I’m not even kind of going to hide it. But since we’re all in the midst of a long weekend, I thought now would be an ideal time to share the list of links I’ve been compiling since I “started blogging again”* in September.
*That was a two-post streak, so here’s to this streak outlasting that one by at least one post. #dreambig
Thank you for being long-suffering. You deserve a medal.
Also… and this will not be an unfamiliar headline… I’m going to try something new! Except this one does not involve a new website, new career, or new geographic location.
In the spirit of I Don’t Know What To Write Here Anymore But I Know I Need To Write Something Because I’m Going A Little Crazy, I’m going to try writing letters. Not like a Jane Austen character. I’m not going to sit at a dimly lit desk and pen individual letters late at night with a feather for a … Continue reading
There was a time in the now-distant past in which I used to keep up with a fairly high volume of blogs. Google Reader (RIP) was my second inbox and somehow, I hit inbox zero on a regular basis. And while it may sound like a completely ridiculous thing, it was actually a truly lovely thing in which I got to know a lot of truly lovely people – several of whom crossed over from Internet Life into Real Life.