I’ve been sick. I’ll sum it up for you as I did for my compassionate G-chat friend this morning… I feel like my head is stuffed with cotton, I’m wearing
I love Christians. I really do. But sometimes I am just so frustrated with the apathy that surrounds our faith. Why are we so focused on ourselves and our comfortable
First off, I’m sorry, lovelies. For though I know that reading this blog may not (shockingly enough) be the highlight of your existence, I do feel bad for having left
(Geek patrol – if you don’t watch LOST, this post will probably mean nothing to you. Then again, if you don’t watch LOST, time to get on Ye Olde Bandwagon
I’ve been thinking about life lately, about the relative smallness or largeness of it, and the things that make me frustrated or hold me back or keep me flirting with
I’m a bit over-zealous in my expectations. The slightest bit of chill in the air appears right after Thanksgiving, and I’m already in the throes of Christmastide, revelling in hope
So, I was going to write an incredibly bloated list of peaks and pits and everything I loved about last year and how very awesome marriage is and holy cow
That’s really the only way I can describe it this year. I feel like all the holidays got together and decided that a sneak attack would be the best possible