Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Please stop

I, like everyone else, am horrified by the Connecticut school shooting. It is an unspeakable tragedy; all I have to do is look at my 6 year old nephew or see the smiling pictures of the victims and my eyes fill with tears.

There are many responses to this event: heartbreak, anger, remorse, vindication. They're all valid. Rachel Held Evans writes beautifully of the patience and grace we need to have with one another as we all grieve differently.

But there have been two things floating around Facebook that make my blood absolutely boil and I need to write about them. I try to avoid making political and religious opinion statements on Facebook because the firestorm debates it triggers are rarely useful and tend to be damaging to relationships. So I'll write here.


This might just be some of the worst theology I've ever seen. It also reeks of Christian self-righteous indignation - an "I told you so" that is neither helpful nor necessary. A childhood family friend wrote a brilliant rebuttal to this notion. Read what he says - I can't write coherently on the topic because my blood pressure rises too quickly.


This ridiculous meme perpetuates the popular opinion that gun control laws could prevent massacres. Let's stop and think about the scenario: an individual with a plan for a mass murder stops to think "oh wait, I can't legally acquire a gun...I guess I can't go shoot up a mall food court today." Absurd, yes? Whether or not the weapons are legal are a rather inconsequential part of the equation.

I think the important cause to focus our political lobbying toward is better access to health care for mentally ill individuals. Mental illness is the common denominator here, not weapon accessibility. Read this mother's plea, if you don't believe me.

So, my dear Facebook friends, please stop sharing and re-posting these ridiculous, ignorant, and vile inaccuracies. Stop and think before you click that stinking button. Please, just stop.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

I do


I turned 28 yesterday. 28. Feels like an age I should have my act together by, yes? I'm choosing to start recognizing the ways I do and not focus on the ways I don't. It's hard for me. Even as I say to myself, "I think I like who I am becoming" I can hear the "buts" clawing their way to the surface. "But I need to work out more." "But I need to be dating someone." "But I need to go to church more."

I bully myself. Did you know that was possible? It is. I've been doing it for years and only recently did someone call it what it is: abuse.

So this year I'm going to stop bullying myself. I'm going to focus on liking who I'm becoming, who I am. Because you know what? I do.

Friday, September 14, 2012

Perpetuating the Stereotypes


I saw this posted on Facebook today and my blood boiled. So many blanket statements that have absolutely NOTHING to do with being female ("I push doors that clearly say PULL", "I count on my fingers in math"). Why do we perpetuate stereotypes with stupid things like this? Why do we think so little of ourselves that we   see this and say "oh yeah, this makes me proud to be a woman."? This does not make me proud to be a woman. This makes me sad.

Come on, ladies. Think before you perpetuate stereotypes.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Guest Blogging

I did a guest post for a blog authored by friends of mine (and their friends). You can check it out here (and read some of their stuff while you're at it. They're brilliant and I learn from them all the time).

Monday, May 28, 2012

Blasted Church

Did you know that there is a wine called Blasted Church? I think they're hilarious.


I would really like to know the story behind why the wine makers chose this name. Something tells me it would be a good one.


Monday, March 12, 2012

Real-life Nightmares

Many former (or current) restaurant servers will tell you of the Server Nightmares. These nightmares usually involve you in the middle of a dinner rush, completely weeded, and you've just been sat a new table. And the entire dream is you trying to get out to greet your new table and you just can't get out there, no matter how hard you try. It's similar to those nightmares where the rapist is chasing you and you can't get your legs to work, so you can't run away. They're anxiety dreams, simply. I had them for years after I stopped serving. I still have one every once in a while. They really are horrible. You wake up with this awful feeling of anxiety - like you can't really breathe.


I feel like I'm living one of those nightmares right now. Less than two weeks until holidays in Hawaii, and when I think of everything that has to get accomplished in the next 12 days, I feel exactly like I do in those dreams.

That beach isn't going to know what hit it when I finally get there.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

An Addendum

I watched a documentary this morning and this struck me to the core:


"The cheapest way of getting the feeling that we are a group, a family, a something, is to make an Other." Brian Zachary Mayer, For the Bible Tells Me So, 2007

Perhaps this is the root of the problem I spoke of in my previous post?