Posts Tagged: Insecurity

The Standards We Erect

She’s down there. At the bottom of the well at the bottom of my heart breaking her fingernails to climb out. My self. The real one, the one I actually am. She gets flooded though, by the mainstream waters always

The Standards We Erect

She’s down there. At the bottom of the well at the bottom of my heart breaking her fingernails to climb out. My self. The real one, the one I actually am. She gets flooded though, by the mainstream waters always

Grace, A Lesson from Marriage

This post is sloppy and long and mostly brags on my husband, Andrew. But this weekend, I learned a lesson about grace that I’m compelled to share. These things don’t always translate cleanly into language as we hope, so we

Grace, A Lesson from Marriage

This post is sloppy and long and mostly brags on my husband, Andrew. But this weekend, I learned a lesson about grace that I’m compelled to share. These things don’t always translate cleanly into language as we hope, so we

The One About Bustin’ Up Insecurity

Very often, I don’t post because I feel like I don’t have a stance to take on anything. Or I don’t have any ground-breaking research to share. Or I haven’t been to Central Asia taking photographs of the natives. (See

The One About Bustin’ Up Insecurity

Very often, I don’t post because I feel like I don’t have a stance to take on anything. Or I don’t have any ground-breaking research to share. Or I haven’t been to Central Asia taking photographs of the natives. (See