Confession: The thing I dislike most about writing a series is that I can’t write about the little everyday stuff happening in the meantime. Confession: You guys are sweet to think I could write a book, but I don’t want to. I want to play. Confession: This morning I planned to exercise, but instead I […]
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I am in the middle of a story about my experience with seasonal depression. Begin at the beginning right here. ***** Nine years ago, I looked out my window and thought, I had no idea there was so much gray in the world. Born and raised on the northern edge of Minnesota, I was the
Confession: Um. I have a propensity toward seasonal depression. The fancy word for it is SAD—Seasonal Affective Disorder—an elaborate way of saying I have trouble handling winter. My body and mind react to the lack of sunlight in the winter months, resulting in varying levels of despondency. I hate this bent in myself. I want
Look what happened in the night–a magic all its own. Confession: It is so easy to believe in everyone but the people we know and love best. I’m not thinking of my man Ryan, because I’m freshly in love with him and I think he could probably, you know, do a chin-up on the Milky Way
Confession: This is how I generally feel about winter. Poorly-planned landscapes. Gray on gray. Gray on gray. Today I went on a little Expotition to the North Pole (as Pooh) to see if I could find something more inspiring than the above. Anything green, anything growing. Guess what? The earth has layers. (Incidentally, this post
Confession: Sometimes my posts have hidden pieces I don’t share. Do you want to see? ***** Confession: I hate controversial topics, though I tackle them. I do love truth. Multifaceted, complex, everyone’s-perspective-thrown-in-truth. I love debate. Er. Correction—I love watching debate. But I hate moderating it. This time around, we’ll keep things really simple, focus on
The earth is round. The cycle spins. The grass is greener than you’d expect, this time of year. Melting snow turns to water. Zook yard turns to mudhole. Have you ever dug a hole in January? It’s enchanting. All that rich, dark earth, splendidly flecked with earthworms. I dug a lot of holes on Saturday,
Confession: I don’t know how to celebrate Easter. I want to make it a special holiday for my children, but I don’t know how. I want to make it more than a chocolate bunny, more than an early service at church, which both are fine, but heretofore the extent of our festivities. Isn’t heretofore a marvelous
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