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I know the story I am supposed to tell. I am supposed to tell the one about my miraculous healing when I was just six days old. I could tell you I was rushed into the best children’s hospital in the country, as the doctors explained to my parents that I had suffered a severe... read more

A few years ago, I had a really good idea. I was helping my friend Amy clean out her closet, mostly by laughing and making her try everything on and putting it in big piles across her bedroom. There were things to keep, things to try to sell, things to get rid of, and a... read more

For three years I was a camp counselor. Mostly it was awesome because I got to tell silly stories and third graders thought I was some kind of celebrity. I wore hiking boots and a blue North Face cap. I lead nature hikes, taught archery and sang songs about Jesus. But beyond playing games all... read more

New Year’s Eve means nothing to me. January 1 only signifies the date when I can begin to grouse about getting my tax information ready. It’s not that I could care less about holidays or that I’m not festive (although I do love the Grinch). It’s that, for over two decades, from my undergraduate to... read more

We borrowed my aunt’s cabin, by the water. We arrived late with a bottle of wine and I stepped on the back of my wedding dress as we crossed the threshold. I didn’t see anything but the bed, with its nicely folded corners and my new husband already in his boxers and grabbing us glasses... read more