I finally made an appointment to go back to therapy. I’m not even sure what it was about this particular day that made me do it. It was not my lowest moment. It was definitely not my highest. It was just another day, and I was tired. I was just done with all of the […]
Are You My Mother? (No, I’m Not)
by September 27, 2016 31 Comments
on There’s a story about Ernest Hemingway that goes like this: A local paper was running a competition for the saddest short story. Hemingway is said to have won with just six words: “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” Can’t you just feel the ache of that? You can almost hear dreams shattering like glass. The […]
Pretty Girls Have Long Hair, And Other Lies
by August 23, 2016 22 Comments
on I grew up in a fairly conservative church. Not so conservative that women were forbidden to cut their hair, but the line between beautiful and long hair was drawn thickly and clearly. Pretty girls, godly girls, had long hair. So I grew out my hair. It did not go well. My hair flatly refused to cascade […]