I Hear The Time Difference In Barcelona Is A Helluva Great Time! #travel #love #xmas

I may get trolled for this, but I’m praying for you, Bieber (or whatever your real name is). There’s nothing wrong with walking through a dark place and looking back every now and later to figure out how you got there, how you got out, and how you can keep others from wallowing in theirs.

Posting this on behalf of my father, who is just dumb. #rstales

Dear future spouse,

I cradle every word as I write it; I don’t want to let you down in any way, but time is not on our side tonight and so I must say what I’ve longed to say as long as my memory holds. You are the craftswoman that captured my heart when my head wasn’t working the way it used to. Your voice calls out to me when I lie still at night. My breath is altered with every syllable that rolls off your tongue. I cling to your every word and wonder if you feel the same emptiness I feel when I’m alone.

I’d like to hold you in my arms tonight, and if I had a saxophone, I’d play it for you, although I suspect I’d quickly realize I can’t impress you with a sax in the way I’d want to — in a perfect way.

You know my bumps in life and roll over them neatly.

I listen over and over to your fellowship until I realize who the fool really is. (Hint: It’s me, for the record.)

And I know that I’ve fallen hard and just want to ask one question…

I’m ahead of schedule for once, so I’m posting this extra mix. We’re all in need of a boost these days.

Sleep is overrated

I’m forcing myself to sit down. I feel like I’ve been riding a wave that caught me off guard. And I’m so thankful for it.

Meanwhile, I’m so excited I could be a Pointer Sister!

FTR

I don’t like dabbling in politics because, well, obviously, but FTR, I think Romney’s vote was the correct one.

Singles

I’ve been a bachelor for most of my life -- sometimes out of choice, sometimes for lack of money, but I always had a hope that one day I’d find the right woman -- one who would accept me for who and what I am and be able to share her baggage with me. I struggle with that fear more than any other -- especially after being diagnosed with cancer. I worry that my pursuit of just surviving will render me unsuitable for marriage. And that’s how I get into my spiral of gloom. It’s like, if I’m not going to have a partner I love, is life even worth living? I love my brother and I know that he’s the only person who is supposed to matter to me, but I do confess that I resent being trapped with no good choices.

Taylor Swift and the Trap of Needing To Be Liked

Swift's constant search for approval is a product of our internalized misogyny, but in 'Miss Americana,' she lets that go. We need to do the same.

This is my favorite of the #MissAmericana reviews, although I think the headline is a bit off. (Loved the doc, BTW. I subscribed to Netflix just to watch it.)

My prayer today… will you join me in praying it?

Amen! (at Livingchristian.org) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8oqyPTnNoP/?igshid=186lzcpkeqbg1

I woke up this morning and realized who I am -- I’m part British, Italian and, well, Jewish (and very much Southern, although not a racist redneck like “Hollywood” would like you to think). … If you’ve never read the above children’s book, I definitely recommend it for young and old! Happy Sweet 16, Jesus!

Life’s a trip

My parents are trying to get me to write a blog about cancer. Truthfully, if I did write a blog, it’d be about how weird they are.