Part II: The Family Trip
I don't know about you, but I grew up repeatedly watching Clark W. Griswold and his family making the too-eventful trek from Chicago to...
The Cost of Community 2.0
Well, here we are again. A few years back, I wrote a piece called "The Cost of Community" about the battle for our middle school. In...
Gratitude in a Week of Gross
So, back in February, I went on a women's spiritual retreat through my church that focused on embracing gratitude as a spiritual practice....
Amadeus and Acceptance
Last week, in a rare move, I posted on social media that I was going to be singing Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's Alleluia (from Exultate,...
Siri, Queen of Porn
You guys. It’s happening. For real. My barely-second-grade son came home from a play date while I was at a girls night and had the...
Fifteen Years
Fifteen years ago, I was 22 years old and living in New York City. Five years later, I decided to write down my memories in a journal. ...
So Long, Summer
Well, there it is. The letter that just about sums up summer in our house. In case you're having trouble reading it, the note reads:...
Thank You, Olympics
I am an Olympics junkie. I seriously can't get enough. You can catch me, glued to the T.V., at one o'clock in the morning pretty much...
Enough
"Hippogriff" by Gustave Doré for Orlando furioso Enough. Philando Castile. Alton Sterling. Dallas. Orlando. That's in the past month....
I'm Not Raising Rapists
Or, rather, I'm actively trying not to. With the news over the past few weeks of the Baylor University rape cover-up scandal and, more...