We acknowledge that none of us can live a good story without relationships. We can’t even try. We are born into a story that already going on around us, and we are inevitably connected to the other players in it. Our parents. Our brothers and sisters. Our friends. Our spouse. Even random, bystanders seem to wander into the story we call “ours.” We can’t talk about telling and living good stories without talking about relationships.
DISCLAIMER: This story contains contains strong imagery surrounding abuse. If you or someone you know is suffering abuse please contact your local authorities. Search for the best resources in your area here. Or call 1−800−799−SAFE (7233) __________________________________________________________________________________________ My father’s school breaks were always terrifying for me and my mom. He drank all day for weeks... 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
NOTE: This piece contains references to sexual addiction, rape and sexual abuse. If you need help, or know someone who does, please call the national Sexual Abuse hotline 1800-656-HOPE. Or Google your local rape and sexual assault center. My world shattered the first time I chose sex. I was fourteen, still a little person, barely... read more