underailing [un-dee-railing]: the process of situating yourself (not without some kicking and screaming) back onto the course most fitting and least stupid for your life Last week was a one of half-formed thoughts and questions, of lies and betrayal and emotional breakdowns in public bathrooms, of not sleeping, of always wanting to sleep, of shampooing twice and shaving only […]

power and the flu

Update: if you’re tired of hearing about sick people, you can just skip this post and take thirty seconds to watch my healthy, 5’11”, 17-year-old brother dunk. — My husband and I have embarked on an intense weight loss program to jump start the New Year. It’s called the stomach flu. I suppose I was unspecific […]

there shall be showers of blessings

One of my college roommates told me of a sermon she once heard about trees — that the harder the wind blows in their branches, the further they spread their roots into the ground. She thought of this lesson every time she walked past the biggest, most beautiful tree rising above our campus chapel. She would meditate on […]

affirmation monster

I got my antibiotics, along with a mild narcotic, strictly for sleeping purposes. And there was no pleading or crawling down the hallways, weeping or gnashing my teeth; all my practice was in vain. The doctor’s exact words were, “There’s no reason to torture you any longer.” I squeaked something polite and unfitting like, “Thank […]


Sometimes during naptime, if a few of my friends wake up absurdly early, and refuse to fall back asleep, I like to huddle with them in a corner of the room and sit and read books or whisper together and pretend to steal their noses. Today, amid some dastardly nose stealing, an almost two-and-a-half year […]

vacation plans

On my lunch break after a morning from you-know-exactly-where-I’m-talking-about. My husband sends me a helpful text along the lines of “Hey, love, how about using your free time to [do something productive that will actually improve your situation].” Instead I’m thinking of collecting my soul’s last fragments of energy and walking to the hospital down the road, plopping down on […]

new pants

I’ve not blogged lately because I’ve not been resting lately. I haven’t done a whole lot of thinking or reading or praying or running or talking; I mostly have rested and wished I was resting. Today a sweet little girl said her belly hurt, began to crawl into my lap, and threw up on me. […]