i’m not allowed to look at anybody famous for a little while. you’d be surprised who is famous in my book.
there are too many metaphors for life tonight. my son encouraging me to sled down our slide, gardens full of fanning weeds that weren’t so bad once you got down in it…lives lived out loud whilst mine continues quiet by and by. i’m trying to let it all go instead of figuring it out.
my theology is sufjan and wimber. it’s the stuff of over the rhine and rich nathan. i’m a columbus vineyard junkie out in the motor city. what’s a girl to do?
take a shower, that’s what. my flip flops are hiding white skin beneath the straps. i need a lot less than i think i do. i could get by with a little more time and some elbow grease.