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Deaf and dumb.
The other day, one of our pastors mentioned Moses during his sermon. Not Moses from the Bible, but Moses from the street corner on Dickson at the University of Arkansas. Moses was a “fire and brimstone” street “prophet” who specifically badmouthed women for wearing clothes he didn’t deem appropriate. Our pastor recounted during his freshman — read more
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It all comes out in the wash.
One time, I went to an amusement park with my sixth grade class over the summer and randomly got my period. I had no “accessories” with me nor did I have the heart to tell anyone within a five mile radius because, you know, introvert, and instead, pulled my shirt over my backside the entire — read more
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I ain’t yo mama.
One time I asked my five-year-old niece if I could get a glass of water when I was at her house, and she said, “I don’t know. I ain’t yo mama.” I’m from Arkansas. I’m considering giving you more context, but I suppose that will suffice. That phrase has stuck with me for a long — read more
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The Way.
We all get God so wrong. Like when I took my Bible as Fiction class back in college (way before I began following The Way – the one in Scripture, not the cult, I might add), God seemed like a big ‘ol meany who just wanted to smite me because it seemed He didn’t have — read more
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Pants.
This morning, I had a hard time doing pants. I mean, not wearing them, but figuring out where I stand in the great wide world of them. Let me back up. Last night, my daughter danced. She performed as Glinda in The Wizard of Oz with her dance team, and she did wonderfully. She did — read more
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73 chickens.
Trust is something I don’t do as well as I think. My husband can tell me something for days on end, and it’s not until I watch some harried mother of seventeen on YouTube make a go of it out on the homestead and bake sourdough bread like the meaning of life itself depends on — read more
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Mags.
Sometimes, I like to drill a point home, especially when I’m in the right, even though there’s no need to. My husband jokes about how lovely I look atop my huge white steed. I then ask him if he likes how gorgeous, my long blond locks are, flowing in the wind. The thing is, I — read more
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A learning curve.
Even the priests had to atone for their sins. This struck me, reading Leviticus. In this day and age, people are idolized, sometimes, pastors and priests and “holy” people included. We need to be very careful about that, not just for our sakes, but for theirs too. Pride is an ugly beast. It sneaks in — read more
My life as a 40-something wife, mother, and writer.
