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Tearing off the Hood of Shame

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Cue the fire and brimstone voice: You are a sinner!  You are a mere worm!  You do not deserve forgiveness!  If you do not repent, if you do not accept Christ as your savior, you worthless sinner, then you are destined for the lake of fire, a horrible place with unending wailing and gnashing of teeth! Messages like the one above are the reason why my family joked that every time I went to church as a young girl, I “walked the aisle” to repent and be absolutely 100% sure I wouldn’t be thrown in that fiery lake. While many … Continue reading Tearing off the Hood of Shame

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Scaling the Wall

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        (The following post has been compiled in part from my Classical Conversations Roots and Reason Practicum speeches and represents information that was unearthed as I researched the connections between math, beauty, and truth.) In my quest to discover the truth and beauty found in the study of mathematics, I found something that I never realized had been lost: the presence of God. I confess that I never once felt the presence of the Lord above when I cracked open my Algebra textbook in high school.  In fact, the angst I felt in my college physics class felt more like it came from … Continue reading Scaling the Wall

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The ROUS, in me

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Ever since I was old enough to form coherent sentences, I have been on a quest for information. I want to know why radio stations begin with the letters K or W. I want to know why a negative exponent really means the inverse and why the distributive property does not work with division. I want to know why I get a stronger wireless signal while standing precisely here in my bedroom, while stepping only three steps away in any direction decreases the signal significantly. This burning need to KNOW was the root of my school day stresses a hundred years ago, particularly in math class. … Continue reading The ROUS, in me

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My Cure, and Yours

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This is a photo of crystalized honey.  Chemically speaking, honey is made up of a naturally-occuring sugar called fructose.  2012 marks the year that my digestive health did an about-face when I learned that, for me, fructose is evil. Last fall, on the advice of a doctor, I tried following a gluten-free diet.  And I got much, much worse.  I dropped nearly ten pounds in a month.  My stomach pains became more frequent and debilitating.  I developed an H Pylori infection.  Clearly, gluten was not the evil culprit. I noticed a pattern to my stomach pains.  Usually they happened in … Continue reading My Cure, and Yours

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Hands

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These are the hands that held my newborn daughter.  They fit nicely in my husband’s much bigger hands.  When I was a little girl, my daddy held my hand as we walked across parking lots.  My teachers worked with me as I learned to use them to print, to write in cursive, to type, to press the “return” key at the end of every line.  My mom showed me how to use my hands to curl my hair, scramble eggs, chop onions, scrub bathtubs. Later I learned to use my hands to make biscuits, cookies, pancakes, bread, and other yummy … Continue reading Hands