I’m a young twenty-something. I should be changing the world, right? I should be traveling abroad, climbing the career ladder (preferably at a revolutionary non-profit organization, am I right?), going into the mission field, protesting behind my choice causes. There was a time about two years ago where I was sure I was going to … Continue reading What the Heck Am I Doing?
When I was young, my dad would create “proton energy balls” by scooping out bites of apple with a melon baller. This snack fueled me with “remarkable energy,” or so I thought. The placebo-effect at its finest. Well, here is my grown up version of proton energy balls: Protein Energy Balls. These make great on-the-go snacks … Continue reading No-Bake Banana Oatmeal Protein Balls
We all feel homesick… even for an ideal. But we can find home in the exile. Read more over at lizwann.com When I seriously began considering blogging at the beginning of the new year, I reached out to some of my favorite bloggers to get their input, hear their experience, etc. Liz Wann graciously replied … Continue reading Finding Home in Exile
I am by no means a chef. More often than not, I follow recipes to a “T,” rarely daring to approach the edge of improvising. Nevertheless, I find a certain joy getting in the kitchen and rustling something up. It’s especially nice on a day when not much goes as planned – I can go in the … Continue reading Sweet Sausage Apples
We have good days, and we have good fighting days. Last Monday was a good fighting day for me. Nothing in particular was wrong, just one of those days where you want to cry over anything and grumble about everything. I got home from work and dove into making dinner, slamming pots and pans, stifling … Continue reading God of the Worthless
This post is a little terrifying for me to write. I’ve redrafted it again and again. Supposedly though, I am a “writer.” I recently graduated with a degree in English; a degree that includes over 90 papers and one labor-of-love yearlong thesis project. By definition, this makes me a “writer.” But I don’t meet the … Continue reading The Write Season