A dear friend recently asked me a question: "Which gender do I befriend easier, men or women?" Now my weird brain generally works in a way for me to generally answer questions quite quickly. This time, however, before I uttered the answer that first came to mind, for some peculiar reason I stopped myself in... Continue Reading →
Why I Walk into Church with my Head Down: A Semi-Sexism Story
Tunnel vision. My motion, my focus, is analogous to that of a Nascar driver. Tunnel vision. I park my car, walk through the double doors, tread softly past the daycare commotion, dodge through the packs of chattering people, enter into the main sanctuary, and finally sit down with my eyes glaring toward the stage. My... Continue Reading →