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Some months ago, I had a bout of depression. Only I didn’t fully realize it until the bout was fully over. I had had some stresses and disappointments fall into my lap as the fall season settled in and the days got shorter and darker and colder (which never helps when it comes to matters… Continue reading From the Other Side
As a kid, I learned this song about a stressed-out guy named Joe. It went something like this: Hi, my name is Joe I got a wife and three kids and I work in a button factory One day my boss came to me and said, "Joe, are you busy?" I said, "no." He said,… Continue reading Hi, My Name Is Joe
My first job ever was working at a local YMCA's summer day camp, supervising unruly children day after day. One day, I was called into my boss's office and issued a warning because a kid in my class had been briefly "missing" (he had run off to the bathroom without telling anyone -- totally not… Continue reading A Dream Journal
I've been working/interning at a large Episcopal church for about a year now, and wrapping up my time there begs the question: What have I learned from working at a church? One lesson (among many): The devil doesn't have to be in the details. Let me explain. Growing up, I was a particularly idealistic youth.… Continue reading The Divinity in the Details (a.k.a. What I’ve Learned From Working At a Church)
"We need to talk." What do you think of when you hear those words? I've been realizing over the last several months that, when I hear something like that, I immediately assume the worst. I worry, sometimes for days, that either a) I'm in trouble or b) someone close to me is in trouble. But… Continue reading We Need To Talk
