I’m tired of people looking at me, thinking that they know- they see Christian and think republican, so in other words I’m a vote. You don’t know how I vote, never asked what I believe, you assume the worst because who’ve seen those people saying Christian and think they’re just like me. I’m not holding … Continue reading →

I took a course in socialism once in which we learned about the four original political parties: reformative, conservative, liberal, and people my dad would never get along with*. I recall thinking I would have been categorized as a reformative, reminiscing on the good ol’ times- desiring things to return to their original state. Less … Continue reading →

This is me. At age 26 Sleeping on a futon mattress on the floor of my friend’s boyfriend’s studio apartment, with brick wall views in one of the lesser parts of town. I’m fearful every night that someone is going to break my car windows. I start every morning with ice tea or old coffee. … Continue reading →

Have you seen those ads brandishing a picture of an athletic woman with a quote something like “I’ve got a big ass and it helps me run marathons so anyone who doesn’t like it can kiss it!” or “my c-section scar reminds me of what my body is capable of and how much I love … Continue reading →

A girl undone. A girl let go. A girl floating in the sea. A girl wrapped up in arms of pristine white clouds, of mountains tall and overwhelming, of the greatness that awaits us all, impeding our drive to be comfortable, forcing us to be aware there is more. A girl laid down to rest, … Continue reading →

I remember a woman with red hair. A slender woman with short red hair. I don’t remember any words she spoke or any details of her face, though I’m certain I would recognize her today if I saw her because this memory has been burned into my life. This memory of her; petite and confident, … Continue reading →

I’ve set out (am setting out) on a quest to not hate myself so much. The first step for me is to make a list of the things I like about myself, which already I hate the sound of. Here, listen to me tell you how awesome I am! Excuse me while I vomit in … Continue reading →

I’ve been reading too much Don Miller lately. I know this because I read his books while sitting up in bed, leaning forward. And leaning forward- no matter who is doing it- makes me nervous. Makes me feel like someone is about to bolt. I feel the same way about people who never take off … Continue reading →