More Than Stage Fright

TW: This post references anxiety/mental health and eating disorders [specifically not eating]  Continue reading “More Than Stage Fright”


The Theology of the I Don’t Know

I get a lot of funny looks when people find out that I went to seminary and used to be a pastor. Funny looks and, oddly, the same three or four questions – where’d you go to school? What denomination? And my favorite – who’s your favorite theologian? Continue reading “The Theology of the I Don’t Know”

The Face in the Mirror


What’s the first thing you do when you get up in the morning?

Whatever it is, it’s probably either the same thing, or pretty close to the same thing, every day. We all have our own morning rituals.

Maybe you have a cup of coffee before you can do anything.

Maybe you hop out of bed and make it immediately. [this is my monthly challenge for June…trying to develop good habits]

Or you jump in a nice, hot shower. Continue reading “The Face in the Mirror”

A Tale from Arcadia, Revisited

“I wont…Kansas….cold button red venne-mutton.”

Word Salad.

This was how we referred to the speech patterns of the people in the unit who can no longer make meaningful sentences out of words. From 2011 until 2014, I worked in a locked unit for dementia patients who were no longer able to care for themselves. I was thinking about that time in my life, and the people I met in the locked unit, today, especially that words didn’t always come easily to them.  Continue reading “A Tale from Arcadia, Revisited”

With a Capital T

When I was a kid, I used to walk a mile each way to the elementary school I attended. I’d walk down Hasler Lane to Spruce St, turn right, go down Spruce, turn left onto Elmwood Ave, walk all the way down Elmwood Ave to Maple Street, where I’d turn right and go three more blocks to the school on the corner of Maple and Vine. It was how my mother taught me to get there when I was in Kindergarten, and it’s how I walked every day until one day in third grade, when my friend Amanda, who lived on the other end of my street, asked me to walk to school with her. Continue reading “With a Capital T”