Last night, I attended the funeral service of an old classmate. I hadn’t seen him in ten years and in fact, I can’t say I had a personal relationship with him but we were often
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Crossing the Red Line: A Blood Donation Newbie’s First Time
I couldn’t look down at the tube of blood wrapped around my forearm because I knew I wouldn’t return if I did. I didn’t need to know the mechanics of it. I just needed to
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From Carrie Bradshaw to Content Mill Martha… Looking Back at a Life Online
Let’s talk about the internet. I’ve been thinking a lot about the evolution it’s had as someone whose work in recent years has been measured by pageviews and social analytics. In June 2015, I left
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A Case for Brave Compassion
I went to church last night for the first time in a few weeks and was introduced to Pastor Cole NeSmith’s definition of brave compassion. During service, NeSmith outlined this concept as what can be
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When Does Good Friday Become Good?
Good Friday is around the corner once again and one of the most poignant reads on such remains Jen Hatmaker’s blog entry, published April of last year. If you’re unfamiliar with her work, Jen
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In the Midst of Loss, We Belong Only to Each Other
You know those particularly rotten, no-good weeks that feel like a personal affront? I had one recently. I felt so unlucky I thought it was the ladder I almost walked under last month, except I
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Becoming Human Again
My name is Rebecca and I am a perfectionist. Before finally admitting this to myself, I judged people who made this brand of declarative statement. Maybe I’ve only ever heard it said as an afterthought—tacked
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Couldn’t Sleep, Still Dreaming
Every once in a while, for no particular reason at all other than perhaps the tide of the water or the alignment of the stars, my body refuses to produce the serotonin it requires to
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At Some Point, You’ve Gotta Hit Publish
“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the