When did I become such a dick? When was the transition from not-so-much-a-dick to actual dick? I dreamed this morning that I was trying to get to my dad. I was on a road trip with some other people, I don't know who they were. Driving in the middle of the night, nothing but dark… Continue reading Unabashed and Unashamed

I believe some people, even though they claim to be God lovers, only really want to be with other people just like them. Just as they are. No differences between them. Then you have other people who want to love the broken and the lost, even though they don't have a lot in common with… Continue reading Holyish

My dad says that when I was little, before I could even read, I would "read" to him. Instead of him reading me the bed time story I would be the storyteller, making up the words on the page as I went. Let me read it to you, Dad. My dad got engaged over the… Continue reading Shots in the Dark

Traffic. I never seem to do well with it. I live maybe only 10 minutes away from my job but a couple nights ago, no not on Friday, it took me almost 30 minutes. The road I live on was backed up to kingdom come and police were everywhere. There had been an accident, but… Continue reading Traffic

I had funky dreams this morning, maybe because it was raining outside. I dreamed that Justin and I went to Disneyland and when we finally got there the curtains of our hotel room had a big hole in them so anyone could look in and see what we were doing. There were holes in the… Continue reading With Bated Breath

As merry and bright as the holidays appear to be, I for one feel a sense of doom around the holidays. I feel it in my spirit, I feel it in the ever approaching end of the year. I'm not who I should be--yeah, but is anyone? I know, nobody is. But I still feel… Continue reading Her Bad Temper

Christmas is fast approaching and I know some of the things I thought I'd do for people, I will not do. And other things, I will do. I wish I was more creative with making gifts like my mom. But for now, I guess that's just not me. I'm so tired today. I feel it… Continue reading Woefully Detached

Today is a cold day. I get to relax and pick at my nails, cook bacon, and play around on my phone. Not necessarily in that order. Everyone I know is working today so I have an opportunity to slow down and collect myself. I seem to be quite the collector. I had a gentleman… Continue reading Recount

There's two ways to get to work from my apartment. One way, looks closer and faster on paper. But it isn't the way I like to go. It's closer by a couple miles but getting there involves a left hand turn I don't like making, bumper to bumper traffic, and cyclists. I prefer to go to work… Continue reading John 7:15

I've been reading this book lately by Harry Bernstein. He lived in Europe during World War I in a community of Jews and Christians living in waving distance from each other. I've been reading his memoir, Golden Willow. He recaps coming to America, talks about meeting his wife, Polish-born, coming to America as well. They… Continue reading Tricks are for Chibs