Because just like being tailgated on the highway makes me go *precisely* the speed limit, someone telling me they don't think I should do X with my life or I ought to really conduct myself in Y fashion makes me even more determined to machete my way through the path I've chosen for myself.
These are the ephemera that deserve my attention, not the dust tumbleweeds in the hallway or smudges on the fridge.
*trigger warning.* Hey, Christian friends? Yeah, you. The people I've known since I was a teenager. The ones who introduced me to Jesus at those Catholic youth group meetings every Sunday night. The ones who showed me that it's okay interact with God without the presence of a priest. The ones who entreated me to... Continue Reading →
I hate Mother's Day. I know my children love me, and it's nice of them to take the time to let me know, but I loathe this day as the pre-ordained time to do it. It's so forced, so Plasticine a celebration that I can't accept the sentiment. When my kids were younger, and I... Continue Reading →
Tim and I have an anniversary coming up. It's not one of the big milestones, but as we were calculating the years we've been married and the years we've been together as a couple, we realized we've been together almost 20 years. Okay, so we're four years short of 20 years. But I was hit... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 