Month: August 2015

Recently a friend of mine posted a meme to Facebook. It said something along the lines of, “I might get angry at you but I will never abandon you.” It stung. See, I used to be the one who shared that stuff. I’ve had a lot of people close to me die suddenly and unexpectedly,… Continue reading Sometimes abandonment is a rescue mission

  I have been a “fixer” for as long as I can remember. I first became conscious of this during the Live Aid concert, which aired when I was a little kid. I didn’t understand a lot, of course, but the images of those starving Ethiopian children sure struck me hard. The fact that these… Continue reading A Case Study in Racism

  One of the great things about my friendship with Kaarina Dillabough is that we are not the types of friends who talk about what we did yesterday and which is better given the choice of chicken salad or tuna salad. No, we skip right past the “Hi how are ya” and delve into trivial… Continue reading On Closing Books

This morning, my alarm went off at 5:30. I was supposed to get up and exercise. I’ve been working on the July workout calendar from the awesome Natalie Jill, and I always preview the night before what I am supposed to do in the morning. I knew this workout was going to be hard. “I… Continue reading When the right thing feels wrong

When I was a kid, I was simultaneously enthralled by and scared of thunderstorms. My parents taught me the old trick of counting how long of a time gap there was between a bolt of lightning and the clap of thunder. The closer in time those two events were, the closer the storm was to… Continue reading Healing is Like a Thunderstorm