When I was 16, I got a purity ring. And when I was 25, I took it off. I didn’t tell anyone I was doing it — it wasn’t a statement or an emotional thing. I just slipped it off my finger that day and, before tucking it away in a box, ran my finger around the words on the familiar gold band. “True Love Waits.” Waits. What’s it “waiting” for, anyway?… Read More

The power cables creak outside on the front of the house just outside my living room window on the second floor. I’ve always thought if the wind blew a fraction harder, they might just pop right off. But they never have. That’s good. Mail thuds on the floor in the stairwell downstairs, the metal cover of the mail slot clanking behind it. That used to scare me to death, circa fall 2010,… Read More

For a long time there, I just wanted an answer. Please, for the love, someone just tell me what to do. And when I say long time, I mean years, right in the heart of my life. I thought about it a lot. I’d waver back and forth between trying not to think about it and frantically trying to figure it out. Then I’d come up with zero, so I’d go back… Read More

It had been only 12 days since an earthquake split the wall of the little church in Van, Turkey, but as of Nov. 4, the crack was plastered over, painted and only barely visible. But church members haven’t even come close to forgetting. Just a few feet from the church’s door, tents are pitched in an open space between piles of concrete rubble, with families sleeping in air cold enough you can… Read More