The year I met my husband, he was about to turn 28. I noticed him at the party before I knew his name. I saw him across the room, thought he was handsome, and knew he would be trouble. He tells me now that he only started pursuing me because I followed him on Twitter,… Continue reading Pie Love
This August, I will have lived in Austin for 10 years. Even though I was born in Round Rock, I grew up in a little hamlet called College Station. Until I moved back to the area for graduate school, I hadn't been an Austinite since I was 2 years old. When I moved here in… Continue reading Am I an Austinite Yet?
Ever since I wrote a Mother's Day post, I have been attempting to construct one for Father's Day, but it has always seemed more difficult for me to do so. Our relationship has often been more contentious that either of us have wanted it to be, but that's sometimes the case when people are alike… Continue reading Father’s Day
It seems like all I have time for these days is work and sleep, but I heard about SheLoves synchroblog in celebration of Heritage Day in South Africa. The original post is beautiful-- you should check it out. I was inspired to join in and submit my own 2 cents worth. Nothing really to write… Continue reading I am from…(synchroblog for SheLoves)
It will come as absolutely no surprise to anyone to find that I am a feminist. And I’m Christian. Yes, really. Even with all that patriarchal business mixed in. The cultural patriarchy of the Bible is, I think, a challenging to work with in modern Christianity, specifically, for many in this day and age it’s… Continue reading Let’s submit to each other. 1-2-3… Go!
Mother's Day. It seems I should do a post for Mother's Day, but I'm somewhat stuck on where to begin. I haven't actually been home to celebrate Mother's Day with my mother for several years, and I won't be there this year, either. I suppose this post is an attempt to make up for the… Continue reading A Late Mother’s Day Reflection
Maybe I like to toe the line or play with fire, but I like to watch "The Biggest Loser" with my roommate. I guess part of the appeal is being glad that we're not that big and that we don't have to spend 8 hours being yelled at by Bob, Dolvett and Jillian. Schadenfreude is… Continue reading Watching the Biggest Loser as a recovered anorexic