I love learning. I like increasing my knowledge. Not in a Jeopardy random-facts way, but gathering information and knowledge that I can use to become an authority on any given subject. One of the issues I have from childhood is feeling discarded and unimportant. That wound frequently...
I remember when I was a student, breaks were everything. I remember giving myself countdowns and using other various coping strategies to make it through the semesters of hard work. I’d chant things like, “Three more tests until Thanksgiving break.” I’d feel so...
Copyright: Benji Tittle, K1 Photography I began my 20s in a church with “cult-like” aspects, such as extensive pastoral control over members’ lives and relationships. There were events almost every night, insulating us from the outside world. Performance...
I look nothing like my grandma Ruth Geneva. She was a redheaded, fair skinned, white woman, and I am Chinese, with black hair and brown eyes. I am not her biological granddaughter, but she loved me like I was. She was at the hospital with my mom when I was born, and she was the first to...
We live by taking other living beings from the earth, doing some kitchen magic to them, then — with some dental violence — we swallow the bits, and magically they become part of us. This is God’s odd design for powering our bodies. Without participating in this phagic...
“Mama and Dada will get you a goldfish if you poo poo in the toilet.” “If you just sit on the toilet, Mommy will give you two M & M’s!” Ah, bribery. Every parent of a toddler has been there, and I admit that the words above came out of my mouth...
Knitting has always been a central part of my life. In the fourth grade, my favorite show was The Carroll Duvall Show (kudos if you’ve even heard of it). Think of Carroll Duvall as a low-tech Martha Stewart, featuring craft ideas your grandma would give you for Christmas. My kind of...
“The whole Israelite community set out from the Desert of Sin, traveling from place to place as the LORD commanded.” (Exodus 17:1 NIV) There is a distance that curls ‘roundbodies of trees clothed in shaky silver,hesitating in the bend to expressthat lofty ceiling of...
Three years ago, I lived a life without any routine — sleep happened at some time between 8pm and 2am. I woke up somewhere between 4 AM and 7 AM or exactly 15 minutes before rolling out of bed for work. Weekends and days off were opportunities to stay up really late doing nothing...
I may have written this post, or one similar to it, before. I will write it again, because I continue to bump up against the need to learn the same lesson. I internally rail against the drudgery of ordinary life and look for escape. The unending repetitive nature of grocery shopping...