I’m fairly certain I will not survive the apocalypse. I like to think when push comes to shove, I’ll somehow morph into this super strong and smart rendition of MacGyver, Bear Grylls, and Katniss Everdeen combined. But the sad truth
“What? God doesn’t want the best for me?” I don’t remember what started the conversation or even what followed. All I remember is when my husband said something that stopped me in my argumentative tracks. He said God’s greatest desire
I’m embarrassed to share this, but I sometimes have questions. Faith questions. The big world overwhelms me, and I melt under the noise of thousands upon thousands who seem to not even notice their creator. The masses move with certainty,
God didn’t answer my prayers. Okay, I guess the appropriate way to write that would be God said no to my prayer. I really only prayed once, and no is an actual answer. (I forget that sometimes.) It seemed like
Sometimes I wonder if I’m invisible. I know I’m not, but sometimes it seems like other people don’t even notice I’m here. Like when I’m walking down the street, and they come straight at me. My husband says I need
Where did I get the idea life shouldn’t be so hard? Am I the only one surprised by how “not easy” the pathway is? This isn’t meant to be a poor-me-life’s-so-hard kind of post. It’s just that I often walk
My world had shifted from clear and crisp to blurry and blended, and I hadn’t bothered to make it better Or I hadn’t until a few weeks ago when I finally visited the optometrist. According to the doctor, I barely
I wanted St. Peter’s to go all the way. Of course, I’d never heard of the school before March Madness began. I caught their unexpected victory over Kentucky and couldn’t help but pull for the little commuter school in Jersey
You know that sinking feeling you get when you realize you just screwed up? The feeling starts in your head then filters down into your core like a feather wafting to one side of the scale and then the next
I paid for the last hot dog, but the guy behind the counter handed it to a stranger. After standing in line for most of the second half of the Washington vs Eagles game, I wasn’t at the top of
