Becoming Ourselves

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  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

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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

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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

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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...