“Why do you have to go and make things so complicated? I see the way you’re acting like you’re somebody else, gets me frustrated.” ~Avril Lavigne I hear this song and I want to say, “Amen!” I want to scream it from the mountaintops like a yodeler from Switzerland because I get it. I get … Continue reading Complicated, Part 1
I sleep on the left side of the bed. I’m not even entirely sure how it happened, but as far as I remember it’s always been that way. When I say “left” I mean the view from standing at the foot of the bed, so it might be right to you instead. Regardless, I’ve always … Continue reading Left Side of the Bed
Sometimes I imagine what it would have been like to be a fly on the wall in some nondescript building in Nazareth shortly after the conception of Jesus Christ. Think about it. She was already engaged to a working man, a carpenter named Joseph, who already knew she was a virgin when they were courting, and she had to find a time and place to explain to him that she was pregnant. It was obviously not his kid, and she had to know how ludicrous it would all sound, but there were no options for her. It was like a Band-Aid. She had to rip it off quickly and hope he wasn’t grossed out by the wound.
Mary {walking in the door}: Joe, we need to talk.
Joseph: Let me guess. You want to call off the wedding? I already called the dove guy. He’s got 100 birds ready and waiting.
Mary {shaking her head}: No, no. But you might want to call it off yourself after you hear what I have to tell you.
Joseph: The last time you said something like that it was because you sold your prize goat that was supposed to part of your dowry. But that was cool with me, and I’m sure this will be too.
Mary: Joe, this isn’t even remotely like selling a goat. I wish it was, honestly.
Joseph: Okay, Mare, now you’ve got me worried. Just spit it out and we’ll deal with it. Together.
Mary: Just remember that I’ve never lied to you before. Please keep that in mind because this may be a bit fantastic to hear. Heck, I would think I was crazy if I wasn’t there myself to see what happened.
Joseph: Mare, have you been drinking the mead from behind the temple again? Continue reading “The Immaculate Conversation”
When I was a kid family portraits meant getting dressed up in our Sabbath finery and heading down to the Thriftway where a company would apparently come in expressly to offer cheap portraits to families that couldn’t normally afford them, or just to people too cheap to get a real one commissioned. A harried woman … Continue reading Family Portrait
“We’re gladiators… in suits.” Okay, I made it this far, I guess it’s okay to go all the way. My name is Sam. And I’m addicted to Scandal. Now, before you judge me let me tell you the whole story. For years I declared the show too frivolous for me to pursue, while I watched … Continue reading Scandalized
Some days I’m just tired. This is one of those days. And I don’t mean physically tired. That comes and goes, but this emotional tiredness seems to set in like cold seeping into my bones. Don’t get me wrong, though. I’m not complaining. It just seems that life gets more complicated and more exhausting the … Continue reading Bone Tired
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