I think this is how we're supposed to be in the world: present and in awe. It’s been a while. Three weeks-ish, and a lot has happened. As in, traveling the world and coming home changed, happened. The question I kept asking myself through the whole trip...
this photo was taken by Alison Jiles and I stole it without asking because she was asleep and I am impatient. When you make plans, it rains I was playing soccer with a kid at the work site today; he tumbled backwards nearly hitting his head on the door:...
PC: Anne Almasy I can see it now, oh I can see the love in your eyes. Laying yourself down, raising up the broken to life. A friend of mine was recently inspired to start a blog by a friend of hers who also recently started a blog, and in the process...
How to identify love by what it is not: Love doesn’t use a first. Love never calls you fat or lazy or ugly. Love doesn’t laugh at you in front of your friends. It is not in Love’s interest for your self esteem to be low. Love is a helium-based emotion:...
These are the streets where poems were written, where stories were born, where people have loved. I love New Years Resolutions. They’re my most favorite ever and I generally on any given year have approximately a page and a half of goals for my year....
For this reason I say to you, her sins, which are many, have been forgiven, for she loved much; but he who is forgiven little loves little. So I think we know each other well enough to just come out and say it: we live in a strangely terrifying yet beautiful...
One cannot be a woman in this world and not acknowledge the terrible burden to be beautiful. The majority of this post was pieced together from a paper I wrote some months ago, and if you're interested in where these sources come from I am more than happy...
“Hi, look am I nuts to say that I missed you like crazy? A lot! Plus, I wasn’t named after Bob Dylan, I was named after a dog named Dylan.” “I don’t really care. Who cares. Sorry about the rain.” “No I love it. I love your hair, I love your sign, Lily,...
"Maybe you're a woman in search of a word." -Eat Pray Love College is good, it’s easy to get caught up in the first few days of freshman week. You get caught up in what’s happening and you don’t even realize that it is. You laugh and meet people and have...
photo provided by Kathleen Zook My summer has been crazy— jam packed, terrifying, and crazy. There have been so many emotions and trips and plans that sometimes it seemed like the only way to catch my breathe was for the summer to end. But early on in...
PC: Anne Almasy's brilliant self A lot of times people tell me I’m funny— they’ll go on and on about how hilarious I am and how I never fail to make them laugh. And I do laugh a lot, I’m almost always laughing— even when the tour bus breaks down on the...
I got in a car accident a little while ago— as in recent enough that the repercussions are still affecting my daily life but far enough gone that I can ride in the car without feeling nauseous. And I have a great post about it but it requires me to keep...
I have always said, well since the beginning of high school when marriage and boys and such dominated every teenage female’s sleepover, that I want to wait until I’m older to get married. I want to travel the world first, get a job, get my feet under...
I’ve been procrastinating writing this, literally I did my math homework and wrote a speech instead of writing this. For those of you who don't know me, speeches and math are basically my worst nightmare. So, to do those instead of write this says two...
Oh my, a lot of life things have happened lately. Adventure and sunsets and riding down mountains with our heads out the window and the wind blowing through our hair and crisp fall air blowing all the aches out of our souls. We ran away a lot last week,...
I started this the night before my last day of second semester and just finished it, even though I said I was going to bed. My dad jokingly said last night, "I bet she didn't even read the letters." And I'm bad about responding or mentioning them when...
Twenty Fifteen. Ah. Twenty Fifteen. I think I will look back on this year the way old men recall wild love affairs in the old Italian movies, “Twenty-fifteen, that was the year I went to Spain and Italy and Honduras. The year I graduated highschool and...
“I like his books because sometimes they don’t always get the girl or the guy; there isn’t always a happy ending in life.” “Yeah, there isn’t.” -------- It was an innocent conversation at a middle school pool party in my back yard about Nicholas Sparks’s...
I am a feminist, I define myself as such and wear the label proudly, loudly. I am a feminist, and I am prepared with an array of witty, cutting comebacks for catcalls. I am a feminist, and I have a stack of books and a twenty-eight-page paper defining...
Recently I shared the story of my assault. I waited until I was functioning somewhat better, until I felt like I had it under control, to open the scars up for the world to see. In reality, I was not ready for the repercussions from sharing my story:...
Here in our passive aggressive or all up your face society there is little in between and mostly polar opposite but one thing we all do well is bitterness. We are good at bitterness. We look at each other with our badges of anger and pain and hatred and...
When I was a senior in high school I discovered the beauty of going to the movies alone. I found that if you went before three you got a matinee discount, which was great, but what was better were the crowds of elderly women that would come to see the...
I sat in my favorite coffee shop this side of the universe listening to a mentor say to a friend, “You can’t deny seeing God’s hand in your life.” And I cringed, like actually flinched with my body and soul. If we’re being honest, there are worse things...
Someone once said, on a stage to a group of messy disasters, that "God does not bless chaos." I am, personally, inevitably, a chaotic mess. Perhaps it is a choice, as my parents would say, after all I leave my room messy and my car is a disaster. I perhaps,...
I was scrolling through the pictures on my computer, trying to clear out the cobwebs on my starter disk and make room for new ones. Old texts from boys I’d loved more than myself, pictures of couples dripping in the love of the moments captured there,...
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