Is that all you blighters can do

Thinking of Audrey Hepburn shouting, “words, words, words, I’m so sick of words!” lately. I feel you, girl. I hear words all day through. And I think about them in my sleep. Going from writing 4-5 pieces a month to 4-5 pieces a week has been rewiring all my synapses lately. It makes blogging the…

The Best of Weird Twitter

This has nothing to do with anything. This is just the glory that is weird twitter. #Sharingiscaring

Starting the year off right, by which I mean, in a treehouse

It’s strange to feel so displaced and dethroned, and yet so happy I’m borderline giddy. What a nerd. Staying up until 4am to file my first story on a Black Lives Matter protest. Or introducing myself as a reporter to sources. WHAT a nerd. I am the person I make fun of on Twitter. And…

Word collection

There is so much frantically spinning around in my head lately that I’m borrowing others’ words tonight to say it instead. Perhaps you’ve noticed — a decided lack of deep stream-of-consciousness writing substituted by the cute listicles my brain has become used to? I am a pacing lion. I am the bungee jumper on the…

Dressember: Why I’m doing it and how you can help

“Dressember uses fashion to advocate for women who’ve been exploited for their femininity. As women take on the creative challenge of wearing a dress for the 31 days of December, they are advocating for the inherent dignity of all women.” That’s what I’m doing this month. 

my wish list

Two things that are horrible about me. 1: I’m a birthday diva, and 2: I’m very frustratingly hard to shop for. The first thing I handle by conducting a special birthday ritual of reading through the years’ journals so I can get over myself and remember God is faithful. The second, though, still proves difficult…

Syrian Refugees

A quick link roundup. Friends, I beg of you, do not give into fear stirred up by bigots, xenophobia, false stereotypes, and the powers of evil.

My proper place

Yesterday I found myself in the Pittsburgh Airport’s interfaith worship room. I removed my shoes and laid down in the corner designated for prayer. A Welcome Wagon song popped into my head and I found myself humming it while sorting through a lot of thoughts from visiting Grove City this weekend and the place my…