What Chores Can Reveal About Gender Roles

I have been on a lawn mower twice, to my memory. The first instance was a ride on Pappaw’s lap when I was young. The second was in a race at the county fair, which I failed epicly at, seeing as I had not driven one before. In my household, no one mowed the lawn…

One Ring…

“Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.”                                                                                    -J.R.R. Tolkein, The Fellowship…

24 Hours of Camping

Here is a play-by-play of 24 hours from my weekend.   12:00 PM – I clock out, wave farewell to the office ladies and bust out the door! I am free, at last! This is my first bit of time off of work since I started here. It may be one afternoon, but it will give The…

Hide-And-Seek!

“Hehehehehehe,” out comes a giggle deep from his belly.   He clasps his hand over his mouth, stifling the chuckles only a little. I clench my legs together as tight as humanly possible. It’s the only way I won’t pee my pants.   Under Meemaw’s bed, in Pappaw’s shower, or behind the washer and dryer…

Why I Joined

  Bright green foliage in one picture catches my eye. Campus was in full bloom back in May. Fourteen young women in black robes are piled in around a sign. But to me, they’re not just fourteen young women. These are my sisters. I think about the one who is married, and the one who…

Let’s Meet Up For Coffee!

If we were having coffee right now… I would probably be cozy in my sweatpants. My hair pulled up and wrapped in a thick cloth headband. I’d definitely be going ham on a giant pastry and hoping you’d feel compelled to do the same. I’d be so glad to not be sitting at my desk…

Dear Future, Overwhelmed Self

Dear Future, Overwhelmed Self, Today has been rough. You got to work and found out that you wrote the wrong amount on your rent check. You panicked and it ruined your morning and your lunch at home with The Mister. You’ve calmed down and are starting to get rid of that pit in your stomach. But…

Through the Lense of a Liberal Arts Education

God Bless my liberal arts education! *Everyone from my Senior Seminar class, please groan in unison.* In the search for an institution to serve me through 4 years of higher education, I had narrowed my search down to just The Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) affiliated schools in the Mid-West United States. These schools were generally small…

You don’t have to be pretty.

You don’t have to be pretty. You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying…

I’m Open to Suggestions

An occasional click of a mouse, some shuffling of papers – that’s all that I hear. Summer is a quiet time in our office. During college, there had to be coffee and easy music and a blanket and some snacks for me to write. But between phone calls and visitors and projects, that is when…

The Last Summer

I look to my left and see her lying there entranced in the sparkles above. Mom is scourging the darkness for a racing beam to jump across her view. Behind me, my brother is quiet – antsy, squirmy – but quiet. Tears are flooding my eyes and I choke back this lump that has filled my…