I am not writing to try and convert people to fundamental Christianity. I am just trying to share my experience, strength and hope, that someone who is as messed up and neurotic and scarred and scared can be fully accepted by our dear Lord, no questions asked.

These days cry out, as never before, for us to pay attention, so we can move through them and get our joy and pride back.

I get thirsty people glasses of water, even if that thirsty person is just me.

Evangelical Christians and I can sit down and talk one on one about how much we love Jesus, and yet I'm not carried in Christian bookstores.

Feeding a baby is like filling a hole with putty - you get it in and then you sort of shave off all the excess around the hole and get it back in, like you're spackling.

I accidentally forgot to graduate from college.

I worry that Jesus drinks himself to sleep when he hears me talk like this.