This letter thing

is difficult.

I’ve been (honestly) counting down days until my commitment is over so I can have a break and not feel like I’m disappointing people. It has become a habit to write, which I love, but sometimes it feels like a habit I can’t afford to indulge.

And then, today, unexpectedly, I got some encouragement from an old friend.  She blogged here, and while reading that I started to cry. It felt like words I needed to hear; it felt like validation. It made me remember why I wanted to write daily in the first place and why it’s so important for me to love people well.

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I forgot momentarily about how all of our lives touch other lives, infinitely. We change everyone around us unconsciously, whether we like it or not.

I pray that I live my life well and fully and that I keep finding things that I love and that inspire me. I pray that people are put in my life like Tami, with the gift of encouragement at just the right moments. I pray that Tami realizes how important she is to me, and how much I love her.




John Green

I’m in a John Green mood, ok? And honestly? I’m always in this mood. I think John Green is one of the greatest writers of our time, and on top of it all, he’s just a really cool guy that I totally want to be friends with. Sheesh.


Hope is a loaded word. The teacher I work with is pregnant and a student recommended that she name her daughter Hope so she would always have hope in her life. I think that’s beautiful and far beyond his third grade years.

I’ve been doing this small group with a couple of lovely ladies at church, working through our stories together and finding out how to find redemption in the terrible things that happen to us or that we do. We’re meeting Saturday morning for brunch- for food filled with cinnamon and for coffee and conversations with no time constraints.

Postcards to two ladies who fill me with hope for the world. With people like this, it’s impossible for the world not to change around them.

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I love Batman and I dabble in comic books. I have friends who are so immersed in the Star Trek culture that they can quote things verbatim. I’ve stood in line all night for the next Harry Potter book with a crowd humming with excitement and wonder.

John Green and Simon Pegg say it best for me about the magic of geek/nerd-dom.

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Another Green Lantern card to Ryan, to support his miracle of human consciousness.

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One of my students today told me how excited she was about a new Club Penguin character because it farts sparkles. She said it completely seriously until the end of the sentence and she broke out into this joyous smile like this was quite possibly the greatest thing in the history of the world.

I hope that Tiffany has a day like that, a day where something as simple as farting sparkles fills you with complete happiness and wonder and light. Kids take joy in the smallest things while adults are weighed down by all the worries of the world.

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There are so many wonderful, beautiful people in this world and I never seem to have enough time to fully embrace them all.

I’ve missed my friend Katie lately, in our busyness and commitments and our lives full of other wonderful people. I hope to see her soon for a good conversation and perhaps some caffeine.

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Noodle House

I’m craving this restaurant by my house called Asian Noodle House. It’s a hole-in-the-wall place, but it’s always full and busy and when you walk in the door the smells just hit you in the face with goodness. It’s also cheap and has a never-ending supply of good, hot tea. I’ve spent hours there leaning on sticky tables and eating crab rangoon and noodles with a variety of people. One of my favorite people to eat noodles with is Jenny.

I miss working Saturday mornings with Jenny for the pure purpose of hating to work Saturday mornings and grumbling in solidarity. I miss how we took turns bringing in breakfast and coffee to work and how we’d make Panera runs, and how if no students showed up on the snowiest days we’d watch How I Met Your Mother while we waited. I miss bringing my ukelele to work to entertain the students, and how they would strum the strings carefully and quietly like they were afraid to break it. I miss destroying Jenny in Spot It and how she’d always pretend that she could beat me.

A note to Jenny, my favorite boss I’ve ever had.

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Pineapple Mayhem

At the church where I volunteer we celebrated our biggest outreach event on Friday. Thousands of junior high students showed up to completely encompass the church. There was everything from bungee-trampolines to laser tag to karaoke and photo booths, inflatable games and dodgeball. It was insane- it was overwhelming and LOUD and busy and pretty incredible.

On Sunday at church my girls couldn’t stop talking about it. They had all invited friends from school (some with more success than others) and for the first time their invitations had been accepted. They were able to be the kids from the “cool church” and impress their buddies and run everywhere and make an unforgettable impression. It made inviting people to church accessible to them, and I think they’ll do it again.

Postcards to all four of my brave girls.

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Long days

I am exhausted tonight. I was driving home listening to ridiculous music and I felt like… ugh. Tired. It has been an awesome and excellent week and I’m loving my schedule and busyness because it makes life interesting.

A few years ago I worked at an office for eight hours a day and it sucked the life out of me. I would come home every day ready to sleep. Something about those florescent lights and repetitive tasks is soul crushing.

A letter to Katie, who may feel the same way some days. Solidarity, sister.

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Stomach Flu

Last year I had the stomach flu twice and honestly felt like I was going to die.

It’s going around again this year and I’ve been able to dodge it so far, but Caleigh has been HIT. And on top of it all, my germaphobic self has been placing a buffer between us the last few times we’ve met.

I know. Really not cool. But here’s a letter to Caleigh in penance. Praying for a continued germ-free existence and many more discoveries of John Green books.

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A letter to Tiffany. I got home last night to find a letter from her on my bed. As good as my day was already, this pushed it over the edge. It was filled with close-written lines of pure happiness and contentment and it was so good to read.

So to her a letter of thanks and happiness of my own to share. I hope we’ll have a chance to meet up soon over caffeine to talk and hug.

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This dog clearly helped me write this letter. It’s what she does.