I am not you. GOODNESS, I am not you. And I am sick to death of the Christian culture that assumes I should be more like you.
I've been avoiding you, I know. But I've got tons of great excuses (actually, great might be a stretch. Let's say MEDIOCRE and call it a day). Many writers have their "dry spells" or "downtimes." Mine is more of a "tired time" wherein all I want to do is sleep and watch movies. But I'm getting … Continue reading Dear writing,
I think it's safe to say that I love and hate you. As for THE BOY, now him, I'm fond of--quite a lot, in fact. But the fact that you are part of this jolly good thing we've got going on. Wellllll .... I could do without that (ie YOU).
I'm sorry. I feel like you've gotten a bad rap. I BLAME 13-YEAR-OLDS. AND CHICK FLICKS. AND TEENAGERS IN GENERAL. But infatuation, frankly, I THINK YOU'RE AMAZING. You are pretty much one of the best things EVER with your butterfly-inducting, heart-racing, knee-weakening moments. You make the start of relationships TANTALIZING, EARTH-MOVING and all-around OVERWHELMINGLY EXCITING. But yes, yes, … Continue reading Dear infatuation,
All right, ladies. I am officially CALLING YOU OUT. If you read my blog telling men five ways they can MAN UP, you'll know that I am most definitely not picking on OUR DELICATE GENDER. But I am going to give you five ways that you ... (wait for it) .... can WOMAN UP in your life. Now … Continue reading Dear women,