How Not to Marry a Loser

He said he believed in God, but not organized religion. "That counts, right?" I convinced myself. He was kind of cute. What mattered most was that he really liked me. That felt good. Every Sunday I sat through church alone, then raced over to ...

Cinderella Let Me Down

I have an attachment problem. To stuff. To dreams. To the plans I make. For this reason, leasing vehicles proved to be an unwise strategy. As a single girl it seemed like the best way to keep me from having to hassle ...

When God Says Wait a Minute

My brain struggles to keep straight the four purposes for which I climbed the stairs. I chant them over and again in my head: grab laundry basket, pick up towels in bathroom, put away last of little boys' laundry, bring ...