A few years ago, I wrote an essay about smashing windows. Not actual windows. But the figurative windows that distort the ways that I feel about myself, the ways I feel about the world. I called it Frosted Window Syndrome, or the never-ending battle so many of us fight just…
Fairly early on in our marriage, my husband and I made the mutual decision – the merits of which I am not looking to hash out in this article – that one of us would stay home with our children while they were young. For several reasons, I assumed…
A couple days ago, while I was at the gym elliptically my way to nowhere, I read this post right here. It is big and bold and raw and honest and beautiful and illuminating all at the same time – just like everything that Glennon writes. (And yes, I will…
It seems that the sky is, in fact, falling. Well, not necessarily the sky, but the ceiling. To be specific, the ceiling in our living room. The ceiling in our living room is falling. This is, as you might have guessed, not a good thing. Our sky-is-falling debacle started a…
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. — Mary Oliver, from “Wild Geese” In March, our family…
“I look out the window sometimes to seek the color of the shadows and the different greens in the trees, but when I get ready to paint I just close my eyes and imagine a scene.” — Grandma Moses Stephen King once said, “If you want to be a writer,…