On Dad Discrimination and Equal Parenting

I would like to squash a stereotype with you today please. But first let me tell you a story. Last night, Joe got home from work at 6 p.m. Georgie greeted him at the door, excited to show him the new paints I bought her that morning. Joe ran to the bedroom to change out of his work clothes and into “play clothes,” and tried to sneak in a quick trip to the bathroom. Georgie would have none of this, and banged on the bathroom door, yelling at him to hurry up. She knows that when Dad gets home, it’s … Continue Reading »»

Drinking Culture and Alcoholism

A photo posted by @cargelly on Nov 14, 2014 at 5:55pm PST I’ve been thinking about booze lately. I love wine. I’m not a wine expert and I don’t have expensive taste. But I love the way a full-bodied Cabernet dries the roof of my mouth and warms my throat going down. I love supporting my local wineries. I love wine paired with dark chocolate. I love how relaxed I feel after a glass. I love how happy I feel after two. A few weeks ago, I was walking with a couple friends after an improv workshop to grab a … Continue Reading »»

Surrender in the Garden

I’ve been gardening nonstop this spring, for reasons that are both known and unknown to me. I come to the garden as a student, and while I can’t entirely say why I’m there, I know it’s where I need to be. I am not educated in horticulture, but I come to the garden with lust of a young lover. I see a plant I want at a nursery, and my breath quickens. I swoon at its foliage, I drool for its flowers. It is young and and tender, but I can close my eyes and picture where it fits in my … Continue Reading »»

Vulnerability Vs. Over-sharing

I’ve learned the difference between vulnerability and over-sharing the hard way. I look back at my college years and shudder. My memory of those first few years in college were an over-sharing fest. Put a bunch of sheltered, horny Christians trying to navigate their first steps in adulthood in close-quartered dorms and mandatory weekly “spiritual formation” groups and it’s bound to happen. I guess. I think they called it community. Or maybe authenticity. I don’t know– there were a lot of buzzwords thrown around that I hardly remember. What I do remember getting way too emotionally intimate with people I … Continue Reading »»

To Those Who Don’t Go To Church

Yesterday, I took my family to church for the first time in a year. I sprung it on Joe and Georgie in the morning after I enjoyed my last bite of the crispy pancakes they made me for breakfast. “Alright, get dressed. It’s Mother’s Day and we are going to church,” I said. Joe looked confused, but not upset. He showered, put on a collared shirt, and dressed Georgie in this billowy teal dress she usually refuses to wear. I heard him negotiating with her while I was putting on mascara. She got a bag of fruit snacks out of … Continue Reading »»