My Montana Plot Twist.

My eyes are a little sleepy and heart a little full as I write this. The skyline of Las Vegas fills my windshield, and as my body fills the passenger seat of my “Lola” the Corolla, I can feel my lips turn up their corners into a sheepish grin. Because I only have sixty-eight days…

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I’ll Make a Man out of You.

What makes a man? Is it his love for sports or his depth of knowledge about music? Or is it his six-pack of chiseled abs? Is it found in his pursuit of respect or in the salary of his job? I’ve wanted to write about this for a long time, but each time I’ve tried to…

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You Look Just Like Your Father.

I tried something incredibly uncomfortable and somewhat awkward the other day. I stood in front of my mirror and that’s all I did: stand there. Take a minute and try it. I wonder if you’ll see the same thing I did. Do you notice the color of your hair and the size of your arms and…

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I Should Be Engaged.

I want to be engaged this year. As of yesterday I’ve been on this earth for more than twenty-three years, and I think it’s about time for me to be engaged. I’ve been asking people on my Home Team what one word they want to hold true for 2016, and when the question was finally reciprocated…

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When I Say “I’m Good.”

I’m a terribly weak person. When it comes to refusing sweets or doing ten push-ups in a row or remembering things, I’m about as feeble as a baby turtle on its first walk to the sea. I have weaknesses for unplanned road trips and calligraphy and dry cappuccinos and buying used books at thrift stores….

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Bigger and Better.

December 25, 2015 I don’t think I knew what I was doing in September when I packed up to move across the country and live in a desert for eight months. And maybe it’s the mix of champagne and coffee this Christmas morning that’s spewing my emotions everywhere, but on this precious holiday I find…

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An Open Letter to Camp Counselors.

I’ve spent eleven of the past thirteen summers at a camp in the northwest corner of Georgia. It’s where I made friends who will be in my wedding someday (if that’s actually a thing) and where I first told Jesus I need Him more than life itself and where some of my wildest adventures and loudest…

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(A)biding Time.

I hate words that sound like “wāt.” They remind me of heavy middle school days and the lack of patience I have when I’m told “not yet.” But “wāt” is what I heard two weeks ago when I told a boy I like him and he said he likes me too and we asked the…

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When It Looks Like Love.

I’m really good at running. And I don’t mean the kind where I lace up my Asics and get lost in my favorite back roads of Athens. I mean I’m really good at running in the way I navigate emotions away from whatever makes me uncomfortable or afraid, especially when it involves love. And most of…

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