I am writing this in Word on my laptop in the living room because of things that are beyond my immediate control.A week or so ago, the buzzing from the doorbell xylophone in the hallway at our new home began buzzing so persistently and at a gradually increasing buzz rate that Brandon decided to flipContinueContinue reading “Things Beyond My Control”
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Breaking the Workaholic
It’s the first TGIF of my first week at a new job, and because the week was so full, here is the amplified version: the (awesomely delicious) tortellini soup my (amazingly productive and generous) mother-in-law made while watching my three (exuberant, exhausting, active, loud, snuggly) children has cooled and is stored in the fridge alongContinueContinue reading “Breaking the Workaholic”
The In-Between
I spent today in the in-between, standing on the bridge that connects where I’ve been and where I’m going. We moved into Brandon’s grandma’s house in Copley this past weekend, and although it’s now our brown couches we sit on in the living room, our photos propped up on our bookshelf, our candles lit andContinueContinue reading “The In-Between”
You’re Going the Wrong Way: God’s Plan and Purpose
I spent most of my late teens and early twenties trying to discern God’s will for my life. Does God want me to be a creative writing major or a religion major, or an English teacher, or should I do all three? Should I keep going to Ashland or should I transfer to another school?ContinueContinue reading “You’re Going the Wrong Way: God’s Plan and Purpose”
Holiday Greetings from Nine-Month-Contract Land
I’m a Donkey on the edge!Back in November, I surveyed the approach of the holidays, the onset of bowl season, the ramping up of my husband’s travel season, and the end to my four-day work-week on an 11-month contract. With all of the calm and clarity of a person anticipating the possibility of another mentalContinueContinue reading “Holiday Greetings from Nine-Month-Contract Land”
Just One More
I am confident that everything I have to give to my kids is never enough. All night long, they ask for things, all the things, every single thing. Just one more kiss. Just one more hug. Just one more song. Just one more book. Just one more game of tag. Just one more slow gatheringContinueContinue reading “Just One More”
I Don’t Read Postcards from Hell
I got a soul that I won’t sell, And I don’t read postcards from hell. – The Wood BrothersIt’s been about a year and a half since I wrote this post, “Crazy Jesus Parables and Dead Pigs.” In hindsight, it’s a rather cryptic post. I don’t give any context to why driving out demons and the houseContinueContinue reading “I Don’t Read Postcards from Hell”
Beauty Everywhere
A raging feminist has been lurking dormant in my system, it seems, and lately I find myself enraged at the objectification of women, lies we’re told about our bodies, lessons we learn by osmosis– how to talk about ourselves as never meeting the Photoshopped standard, too big here, not enough there, flaw after flaw afterContinueContinue reading “Beauty Everywhere”
Westbound and Down, Rollin’ Up and Truckin’
“we gonna do what they say can’t be done. We’ve got a long way to go, and a short time to get there, oh westbound just watch ol’ Bandit run!” Yeeeee hawwwww! https://youtube.googleapis.com/v/uHZJej98_T0&source=udsTomorrow morning at the wee hour of 4 a.m. I’ll be zooming out of here to the airport for another year of AWP,ContinueContinue reading “Westbound and Down, Rollin’ Up and Truckin’”
Love Means Buying All the Things
It’s the morning of V-Day, Henry woke up at his usual 6 a.m., and as I rolled out of bed, I began my usual scroll through last night’s Facebook posts. Lots of posts about people’s kids being their Valentines. And then I remembered. Nope. I did nothing for this holiday.I’ve decided that maybe I’m theContinueContinue reading “Love Means Buying All the Things”
Sarah Marie Wells 