I graduated from The Seattle School in 2013 with a master's degree in Theology & Culture. Immediately after graduating, I began working at the school as an Assistant Instructor (what some of you may know as a Teaching Assistant). After two years as a student and two years as an Assistant Instructor, I left the school shortly before getting married and moving away. Before leaving, I was asked to speak at the school's year-end banquet. It was an honor (as was so much of the work I did at . . .
I love making lists. The more detailed the list, the better. (Read: The more chances I have to cross things off said list!) Although I have a deep affinity for creating lists, I do not have a Bucket List—that is, a list of things I want to do before I die. If you have one, I think you’re forward thinking and organized, and I’m a little bit jealous. As of right now, the only item I’d know to add to my informal and undocumented Bucket List is this: 1. Make a Bucket List So I have some . . .
It seems like all eyes are on April these days. You know April—the incredibly pregnant giraffe who gets the least private birthing room possible. For days, people have been tuning into the webcast, hoping their timing is such that they’ll be able to watch April birth the world’s newest giraffe. I haven’t watched any of the footage, mostly because, BEEN THERE, DONE THAT. I watched a giraffe being born decades ago and I feel like I’m just sort of “good” in that department . . .
“You,” my Mom looks at me with a blend of certainty and empathy in her face, “are so much like me.” “Moooom,” I whine as I roll my eyes, “I knooooow.” I couldn’t possibly have kept track of how many times I’ve heard my Mom tell me this in my 30+ years. Typically, it wasn’t a welcomed comment on my end, probably because my Mom usually tells me about our similarities when I’m being stubborn; in the depths of my stubbornness is not the time for me to ponder generational resemblances, . . .
My husband and I recently went to a NFL playoff game. I was a fair-weather Seattle Seahawks fan when I met Darren, but marrying him made me an all-weather fan—the kind of fan who drives 7-hours one-way to attend a playoff game in support of the visiting team. We were full of excitement at the opportunity to see “our” team and visit a new city, but I hadn’t thought much about what it would be like to stand as the “outsider” in the Atlanta Falcon’s Georgia Dome. We were not just outnumbered; we . . .
Hello, December! Can we believe we're already in the final month of 2016? We cannot. This is wild. I'm in your inbox today to share two things: 1.) If you haven't been following along on Facebook or Instagram, I'm a little over a week into participating in the AdventWord photo/day Global Advent Calendar. This is a communal way of thoughtfully and proactively observing this Advent season; I'd love for you to join me and share your own reflections, as well. I'll share a photo post daily . . .