"Fyodor Pavlovich was drunk when he learned of his wife's death, and the story goes that he ran down the street, lifting his hands to the sky and joyfully shouting:  'Now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace.'  Others say that he wept and sobbed like a little child, so much so that they say he was pitiful to see, however repulsive they found ( Read more... )

I loved someone.  I graduated from college after six years of indecision.  I jumped out of a plane.  I lost my last surviving grandparent.  I started my first full-time job.  I watched several of my best friends get married.  I learned some things I didn't want to know.  I went to San Diego.  I quit my job.  I left someone ( Read more... )

are not many, but here's what I'm working on ( Read more... )

A few years ago, I prayed that God would remove anything from my life that I was relying on more than Him, that I would come to put all of my trust in Him and not anyone else.  It didn't take him long to answer this prayer, and I learned not to do it again.  After a season of hurt and healing, when my life started coming back together, I held on to ( Read more... )

 I've been learning a lot about myself through this process.  For example, the other night when I couldn't sleep, I went through all my old facebook messages.  I found that in my interactions with old boyfriends, I allowed each person to mold me and the way I communicated.  I guess to some extent, that's a natural part of relationships?  In ( Read more... )

For the first time, I am going through a break-up where I don't feel like shit about myself.  A friend asked me last night if the circumstances of it had caused me to feel insecure or inadequate at all, and I realized as I thought about it, that I don't.  And I think that's pretty fantastic.  A couple years ago, my answer would probably have been a ( Read more... )

 Tonight was the kind of night we would have had together, the kind of night where we would slow dance sloppily once the last friend left and the door had shut for the night, the kind of night where we would have laid quietly in a warm bath with my head on his chest and reflected on the evening.  The kind where we stayed up too late and drank too ( Read more... )

no one wants to be the first to throw down their guns. 

"Listen," he said, "get this:  I don't believe in anything ( Read more... )

 Sorry to wax Zach Braff on you, but ( Read more... )