I have no idea what I’m doing.
My parents were a smidgen older than I am now when they thrust me into existence. I didn’t have much say in the matter, but I showed up and immediately started acting like I did.
Tag: chicago
Systems, Part 1: How to Understand the World
If this doesn’t interest you, and you prefer my less academic writings on dating, avoid any posts with “systems” in the title…
Hang It On The Tree
It’s not just ornaments we hang on the tree every year…
DO PENANCE
In a thick Eastern European accent, he simply said, “Pray to God. Ask him to forgive your sins.”
What I Learned From a Party in Chicago
I didn’t know what to expect. I knew these people were not Christians, and I knew they would at least be drinking, if not wildly drunk…
White Noise
A black church burns down. Justice isn’t a comfortable coffee conversation; it’s standing near enough to the heat to smell your own hair being singed.
Rain: A Therapeutic Memoir
I ache to return to those days, but I can’t. Time only moves in one direction and I’m caught in her cruel current.
I’m a Woman and I Struggle with Porn (Guest Post)
I remember the all-consuming enticement as my brain would start to wander to porn, the primal sensation of lust as it drove me to my computer screen….
Gradient
Whenever I see a sunset, I always try to pinpoint the place in the sky where the pink stops and the blue takes over. What I’ve come to find is that you can’t. There is no single point.
8/4/14
Don’t come back to Chicago, the wind is against you wherever you go It shouldn’t be this hard to seeContinue Reading