The last significant interaction I had with my father happened in 2014. I had just lost my job at Casa. I was homeless, carless, and finishing my first semester of seminary. My dad promised to bring a car for me that upcoming Saturday. I waited at a Starbucks on Buffalo Speedway doing homework, trying to … More The 2nd X
I try to write solely about my experiences and myself. I conscientiously do not talk about my family in immense detail, as I know people who know my family might read this blog. Today, I am writing about my dad, because it is 2:30 in the morning, and I have spent all week denying that … More Do We Really Need Dads?
If you read through a couple of my blog posts (like the previous one) or have a heart-to-heart conversation with me, you will know I have had my lot of daddy issues. From hating the man to ignoring his existence to being here in this place with him, I have struggled greatly with the way … More Here in this Place
No matter where you lie on the feminism spectrum, from a bra burner to Mrs. Cleaver, there is something in women that gnaws for the affection of their father. I attended a wedding on Friday. It was beautiful. Many moments in the evening took my breath away, but only one made me shed a tear. It was when … More Father Who Art on Earth
Sometimes, the one ends up representing the many. That’s what happened to me. For a long time one man has represented all men for me. I made an idol of loathing men. I hate their power. I hate that God asks me to submit to them. They are so untrustworthy. They manipulate people. Men, they … More Celebrating Good Men
It didn’t really feel like Thanksgiving today. I didn’t really feel like giving thanks today. I am thankful and everything. It is just hard to be so far from family during this season. I love my kids. I really do love them, but they don’t really feel like my family. None of them are old … More No Place Like Houston for the Holidays