At some point in time (probably in the 40’s or 50’s), someone decided that it was better to replace the word “sex” with the euphemism “intimacy” or “being intimate.” And because of this, to this day, many older people will blush if you use the term “intimacy” around them, assuming you’re referring to sex. But… Continue reading Intimacy Re-imagined
This year when I set out to discover the deeper meaning of the word “relationship,” I had no idea where it would take me. I had no idea of the lessons awaiting me that would begin to break down my selfishness, my pride, and my desire for attention. I had no idea that I would… Continue reading Single & Seeking a Barnabas-Like Community
Some people can’t get attached to anyone. I, on the other hand, get far too attached to people, places, things, experiences. I let them take up too much residence in my heart so that it aches painfully when I have to say goodbye. Life transitions have always been hard for me because I’ve attached so… Continue reading My Reverse Attachment Disorder
It seems we’re always on the edge of what feels safe. We talk of safe subjects, safe places, safe thoughts. We ask generic questions to which generic answers can be given. We stay with socially acceptable topics, and we dance around all that lurks beneath the surface. But safe isn’t real. And safe isn’t brave.… Continue reading Speaking Brave Words of Sanctuary
I wish I had boldness. I wish I could be honest and not worry about being PC all the time. I wish I could say it would be so easy to fall in love with you if the circumstances were right. –or maybe I have already a tiny bit, and I don’t have the courage… Continue reading The Things You Wish You Had the Courage to Say
I’ve been described as a “nice” person before. You know – the kind of person who smiles at strangers in passing, who holds the door for those behind her, who might let someone into traffic, who leaves a nice tip behind. It tends to come from an eager-to-please kind of personality. But those kinds of… Continue reading It’s Not Enough Just to be a Nice Person Anymore
I have to admit, I’ve always been a bit on the competitive side. Actually, “a bit” might be understating it. More like “quite” competitive. Why didn’t I play more sports? Because I was too competitive – and because I wasn’t good at them, which meant I’d never win. But put me in front of any… Continue reading Since When Did Life Become a Competition?