I watched the Gilmore Girls revival over the weekend.
The vortex of my loathing for November stems from this date a decade ago. The day I lost my dog, Annie, to a freak accident. An accident I was convinced was connected to my first bout with pornography and God’s judgment.
A decade later, I’ve laxed on the whole God punishing me thing; a decade later, I still miss that dog dearly. read more . . .
The first time I used a laundromat was in Milwaukee the summer of 2011. I worked at a missions camp for three months, and every weekend my team and I would venture to the laundromat down the road to take care of our dirty clothes. I’d always had a washer/dryer wherever I’d lived, so this was a foreign experience for me.
I actually enjoyed it. I enjoyed sitting to the side with my laptop while my clothes tumbled in a chamber next to those of an African-American man twice my age and a single mom’s on the other side, her three toddlers nipping at her heels on the other side of the room. read more . . .
Back when I worked in wilderness therapy last year, I learned an important lesson: the opposite of addiction is not sobriety. The opposite of addiction is connection.
I had to think about it for a while. Absorb it. Reflect on it. Think back on the times I’ve experienced addition — pornography, promiscuity, a poor self-image — and realize that the saying is true. read more . . .
“Weekend Tom” returned to “Weekday Tom” at school today. One kid struggled with recursive sequences. Another kept falling asleep learning about dear sweet Pythagoras and his most beloved theorem. Yet another needed my step-by-step guidance, only to fizzle out of patience by hour’s end.
It wasn’t the flashiest of mornings. No inspirational artist studio visits or personal hand at graffiti art. Just a job and a desk and formulas and lingering frustrations that one day life will feel epic again. It doesn’t today. But one day soon, it will. read more . . .
Every now and then, Twitter messes me up — a 73-character lightning tweet of conviction or a common hashtag stirring genuine conversation. I’m a thinker, I live in my head, I get lost in my head, and if something sparks a thought, I’ll likely be embroiled in a mental forest fire by eventide.
Twitter recently trended with the hashtag #DescribeYourselfIn3FictionalCharacters. As soon as I saw people posting their fictional alter egos, I set to work on the forest fire in my head. read more . . .