Becoming Ourselves

  I have been thinking long and hard about why I write, about why God has called me back to this space I was on the verge of abandoning, and I’ve come up with three likely reasons. I think it’s important for all of us to think about what we do and why...

Fighting Words

It’s a war zone in here. The harpies are alive and well and they’re not going down without a fight. And neither am I. One day last week, I woke feeling anxious. Anxiety is not uncommon for me, but it’s been a long time since I woke feeling anxious....

(Don’t) Insist Upon Yourself

It’s ten p.m. I should be in bed, or at least headed in that direction. I should not be in front of a screen. Screens stimulate my brain: it takes me at least an hour after even glancing at a screen to wind down enough to fall asleep. But I figure it’ll...

The Weight of Glory

The toxic harpies from the Belvedere Tennis Club have been particularly loud and nasty these past months. They screech with delight over my every failing—every time I raise my voice or, God forbid, actually yell at my kids, they keel over in gloating glee. Every time...