Living In The Present In-Between

Seasons of life are some of the most fascinating concepts to me, and something that has helped me process the daily, monthly, yearly goings-on of my own life is thinking of them in terms of chapters. I’m an English major, so the parallels between human life and storytelling have become more apparent and incredible to…

I Don’t Become A Homemaker By Becoming A Mother

There is such a nasty inclination in the heart of women to create cliques and set up hoops for one another to jump through. Throughout my entire life, I’ve been very conscious of the reality that there will always be a female figure close by (or two, or three) who will push me to reach…

Does Being A Good Student Mean Making Good Grades?

I have had such a rollercoaster experience when it comes to formal education. I was considered a “gifted” student in elementary school even though I rarely made any grade higher than a C or B-. Middle school was just a blur in every way. And in high school I swung to the opposite end of…

The “Good” In Good Friday

Some of my least favorite seasons of life are those in which I’m forced to recognize my own sickening inadequacy. It does not help that I live in a culture determined to force-feed me the message of You Are Enough while I’m already busy gagging on all my failures and frustrations – as though it’s…

On Being Engaged . . . And Being Fallible

If you’ve known me personally for more than five years, you know that my history and perspective when it comes to romantic relationships have both been quite . . . diverse. I’ve “been there, done that, and bought the t-shirt” in all sorts of unpleasant relational circumstances. I gradually learned to be (genuinely) content in…

Writing Words: The Paralyzing Curse of Creative Perfectionism

I’m horrible at maintaining any sort of blog. But if I can get the hang of it, it will be a good thing, because it’s a format in which my writing style tends to thrive. I’ve actually been in a weird sort of rut in this area over the past several months, which has caused me to…