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I am in a new bible study and we had homework last week. And I love homework. As long as it isn’t the kind I am supposed to grade. But this was a kind of weird assignment. We were supposed to write a letter to God, describing essentially what we think our “good and beautiful life” (which also happens to be the name of the book) would look like for us. And this stumped me for multiple reasons. a) I’m pretty sure God doesn’t have a PO box. b) It felt something like writing a letter to Santa, a bucket list and a bunch of new year’s resolutions all in one. c) There was the possibility of having to read it loud. And I am somehow ok with hitting publish on blogger for potentially hundreds to read (ok, a few dozen). but reading outloud to a handful of people that are actually in the same room with me, makes me want to break out into hives. d) Until rather recently writing (and blogging) used to come easy to me. I could spit one posts almost daily without breaking a sweat. But lately, ...

Maybe you have noticed that I have been pretty absent here lately. I'll address that another day. maybe. But for now, I am going to cheat and post something I wrote a few years ago. Because it is worth saying again. And mostly because my friend is living it all over again. This time a month sooner. Coming in at only 2 lbs 3 ounces. My kids were both well over 8lbs and I was still afraid I was going to break them. For months. So I can't even really fathom that, except I've seen pictures and when you see past all the tubes they have going into him. He looks pretty perfect. Because he is. Just Breathe My sweet Tess is just a few days over 7 months. She has one little tooth. I have yet to see her really crawl, but she can manage her way across a room. I swear she can say momma although some people might say she is too little to know what she is saying. She is at the age where she seems to be learning a “new trick” almost everyday. Owen is also learning all kinds of t...

Dear 16 year old me, Rap is just a phase that you will grow out of. That boy you are pining over. He will be bald before he is 30. Move on. You will never be this skinny again. Or have this metabolism. Eat more donuts. Wear bathing suits proudly. Don’t talk back so much to your teachers. One day you will be one. Overalls are only ok if you are pregnant. It is never ok to leave one or both of the straps down. Stop wasting your money on the cool jeans. Eye shadow does not need to match your outfit. Wear your retainer. 90210 will attempt to make a comeback. Skip it. Please stop adding “and shit” on the end of every sentence. You sound like an idiot. Don’t worry about spelling. This crazy thing called spell check will do it for you. There will always be groups that you don’t fit in. It doesn’t end with the high school cafeteria. Stop trying. If you have to try to fit into a group it is one you don’t want in. Bangs should not be stacked. Wine coolers are gross. Read more bo...

Christmas vacation is over, and I’ve already made it through a few days back to work. The inevitable question has been, “what is your new year’s resolution?” and I flounder a bit and say I don’t really do them. But that isn’t entirely true. I just can’t ever manage to narrow them down. And I love new starts. New places. New things. New people. New experiences. But I tell myself that I’m not really into “New Years” and making ridiculous promises that you are inevitably going to break seems a little too what everyone else is doing. Because really, I’m not into accountability. When I was a teenager. One New Years when I wasn’t out like all my friends because my dad gave me some ridiculous curfew at like 10 pm. I kept trying to tell him that that point of New Years was, you know, being awake at midnight when the actual New Year started…and he generously pushed it up to 10:30. (and on a side note, this New Year’s I said my thank yous and good byes and was happy to be in my car and on...