A few weeks ago the girl went for a walk with our neighbor and her daughter and their puppy. (We have put a moratorium on the addition of new animals to our household, so she takes opportunities where she can get them.) As soon as she got back to our yard she told me I … More Snakes in the Grass
I could not have been more than five when I acquired that album. I don’t remember if it was a birthday or Christmas gift, or if it was even a gift to me in the first place. It’s possible I just took ownership of it after coming across it in someone else’s vast 1970s record … More I Will Always Love You
One of my favorite episodes of “Designing Women” includes a conversation between Mary Jo (Annie Potts) and Julia (Dixie Carter) in which Mary Jo admits taking the shirt she’s wearing out of the dirty clothes hamper earlier that morning and ironing it because she is too tired and busy to do laundry. Julia’s response is one … More Dirty Laundry
Twenty-four years ago. I know it sounds quite euphemistic, but it really does seem like just yesterday. It was the fall of 1992. I sat with a group of fellow college freshmen and waited for the history professor who would be leading our winter term American History Study Tour to come give us the scoop. … More Master, mentor, friend of mine
A few months ago, thanks to a nudge from my best friend, I responded to a call for writers for a daily devotional site that was in the works. In a few weeks that site will go live, and you can sign up to receive a dose of inspiration and insight in your inbox every day. … More Ask me a question, I’ll tell you my life story
We need to talk. Actually, scratch that. I don’t mean it. It’s a euphemism, and for me, in this moment, it means I am going to say some stuff. In print. Not out loud. Because I am…not good at that, per se. Let me explain. For as long as I can remember I have been … More #awkward
It has been almost a year, both since we chatted, and since we have not chatted, about your girl. I still remember vividly that morning when, per my usual routine, I stumbled across your post on Facebook and literally hit my knees on the unforgiving linoleum floor of my bathroom. My mom was still staying … More On my mind.
I hate election years. I’m sure there was a time in our country’s history when the potential of democracy created an air of excitement–hope even, and I mean real hope, not just words on a campaign poster–but I feel like that time is long past. That train stopped running years ago and the tracks are … More Choice.
I spent days obsessing about my clothes and shoes. I pre-selected my nail polish color and waited until the last minute to perform my very careful gel manicure so it would endure. I researched and almost bought new shoes based on how they might complement a pair of pants I was considering wearing (read: I didn’t … More Just in case.
Dear Glennon Doyle Melton, Can I call you Glennon? Glen? G-Mizzle? After all, even though you probably don’t know it yet, we are the best of friends, so although I refer to you as Glennon Doyle Melton when I speak about you to others, in my head you’re just G. After all, that is how … More Dear You: Letter to a muse
one small corner of the universe 