Tag: identity

  • 5 Mantras I Live By…. (most of the time)

    I was filling pots with dirt yesterday. For most of the day. Filling pots with dirt is very different from any job I’ve had in the past. It’s good for my pride, I’m sure. But I realized that no matter where I am or what I’m doing, I always think about and use my same old […]

  • There’s One In Every Crowd…

    “Hello, welcome to Verizon Wireless Tech Support.” —–(Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzztttt–chinga-changa—-bbbbbbzzzzzzzzzz)—– “Please state your reason for calling.” –(brrrrrrrrrr—zzzz—-zzzzz)—– “What was that? Did Mr. Z– give you permission to make these changes? I’ll need to speak to him before we can proceed.” —(BZZZZZZZZZZZ—-ZZZZZ——TTTSHHHHHHHH)—– “You know what, Ma’am, I’m just like any other normal person, just trying to do my […]

  • Do you ever pick your nose?

    This is my style in real life. Sometimes the hippy-redneck-clown crossbreed just gotta come out. Sometimes I don’t give a rip what my hair looks like and just wear a hat all day. Sometimes I roll down hills instead of walking down them, just for the pure fun of it. Sometimes I say preposterous things with the […]

  • What FAITH can do

    I miss working at a camp. I really do. It feels so strange to switch worlds, as if the facilitator part of me is still sitting in the  intern office, waiting for someone else to climb inside of it. I wrote this story about three unforgettable kids I met my first summer, and thought I’d […]

  • With Whom We Deal

    “The load, or weight, or burden of my neighbors glory should be laid daily on my back, a load so heavy that only humility can carry it, and the backs of the proud will be broken. It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the […]

  • 48 Hours of Head-In-Sand Syndrome

    I started a new job yesterday. The people are wonderful, but it was a hard day. First days usually are. I wanted to say and do all the right things, but it just didn’t work out that way. Sometimes self got in the way and sometimes my mind was just plain blank. And then I […]

  • In which I practice chilling out

    It was a Friday morning, and I was moving back to my hometown with a new dog, a mountain of boxes, an 18-month internship under my belt and the last check I would ever cash until who-knows-when in my hands. It was the first time since highschool that I ended a position without starting another one the very next week. […]

  • Goodbye Innocence

     I drove past a boy today, and as I looked at him, he swiftly turned his head in shame. Who was he? Just a long-haired kid in a gangster hat, his tee ultra-baggy and his shorts sagging. He must have been, say, thirteen? As he stood there on the edge of a shady patch of woods […]