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“Are you gonna be okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, of course,” I said, confident in my answer. This was not my first bridal shower. I’ve been to a decade of them. And I’ve been to weddings. Last year, I went to eight of them. Eight weddings in one year. (Remember weddings? Before COVID?)
“I know these things can be hard,” my friend said, measuring my expression for sincerity.
“Yeah, they used…
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Every step homeward
I’ve never minded coming home in the dark. I used to walk home all the time in Prague. The bus would roll up to our stop at the edge of the village and the doors would open with a loud sigh, leaving me on the stone sidewalk beneath bare tree limbs and bright stars.
That short walk up the hill to the old home in whose attic I resided for two years was one of the best parts of my long days in…
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Christmas on the kitchen floor
Christmas on the kitchen floor
The trio of us, now separated by a six hour plane ride with a layover probably somewhere terrible like Dulles airport.
“We should play Christmas music – put on something cheerful,” Aubrey joked. It was the kind of joke that means to be sincere but comes out sounding sad despite itself.
“I have a Christmas station on my Pandora,” I offered up, putting the kettle on as Aubrey started dropping…
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Caught between two glories
Caught between two glories
I felt Esther roll over and then sit up. After a few more deep breaths, I heard the tent unzip and a flush of cool air enveloped our already chilly sanctuary of mosquito-free space. I am not a morning person.
We were four days into a backpacking trip through the Sierras and it was my day to run KP. The evening before, as the embers burned down on our little campfire, I had told my dutiful team…
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Church and the marriage pedestal
Church and the marriage pedestal
The bouquet toss at a friend’s wedding, Oct. 2019. Photo by Melissa Jill.
We sat around a warm fire that crackled softly beneath a dark canopy of night and the first early stars of autumn.
Nine of us, from five different churches, talked and laughed and sang hymns as if we were all back at our presbytery’s high school winter camp where most of us met for the first time. We would build on those…
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Prodigal Daughter
Honesty usually comes easily to me, but telling this story has not. I think many of us can relate — my brothers and sisters who grew up in the church, in Christian families, steeped in good doctrine and surrounded by friends in the faith. It’s hard to admit that we’ve fallen away. I never thought I would willingly walk away. I’m an obsessive rule-follower. My skirts go to the knee. I still…
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rockets, resolutions and retiring the Birthday Curse
I slammed the door harder than I meant to and it shook the pencil tree growing up the wall of our house. Plunging into the night air, and instantly regretting not bringing a jacket, I followed my own heated steps down the hill from home into the dimly lit neighborhood. Barely 24 hours into the new year and I had already broken my resolution to be a bigger person. It had seemed so achievable when…
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Mary vs the impending zombie apocalypse
“I don’t think you’d make my zombie apocalypse team,” I said matter-of-factly, pulling the car out of park and starting towards the dark street. Woodstock’s Pizza glowed behind us in bright letters and our camera equipment rattled quietly in the back seat. “Why wouldn’t I make the team?” Zach asked. “I just don’t know what skills you would bring to it,” I pondered, fingers tapping the steering…
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the truth about new beginnings
the truth about new beginnings
This is a picture of me at Harpers Ferry, Virginia in April, 2010. It is ONLY relevant to this story because I’m wearing an SDSU jersey, which I still own. Long before I ever thought I’d become an Aztec, I was repping the colors. Funny where time takes us. I guess I’ve gotten used to early mornings. It’s not like I’m a fresh-faced college student, blissfully unaware of how much gas costs, when…
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blue collar princess
If I close my eyes, I can still feel Irish winds blowing my hair atop the bulwarks of Blarney Castle. Two days into a nine-day trip where I traversed the Emerald Isle with nothing but a few bus tickets and a backpack, my inner nomad was already climbing high upon a throne of wanderlust. Through rain slicks, three days of fever, the moaning grey ghosts of the Irish winterlands and countless pubs…
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