Living the Dream
Once upon a time (starting in 2010 and running for a little over a year) Ben put in a lot of hours on a blog named “Assume The Best.”
It chronicled his life as a full-time staff member of Campus Crusade for Christ, attempting to make light of and encourage specifically around the process of raising financial support.
We had left staff at that point, and this writing is an interesting look into his process of grieving that loss, with an eye toward “becoming a writer.”
Here, in the order they were released, are those posts.
We’ve created the most disgusting game any child has ever played in public. We didn’t mean to. We were trying to potty train the child.
In an effort to get LB to poop in the potty, we’ve started asking him (while he is sitting on said potty) where he should poop, and then coming up with ridiculous spots for him to poop. Continue reading “My Son Has a Potty Mouth.”
I’ve got to put my foot down on something before it gets out of hand (all body parts in the previous sentence were metaphorical). I am never going to use the phrase “you need to make a Continue reading “How to make your kid eat all of his vegetables: a case study.”
I’m not much of an NBA fan. I root for teams based on their respective number of Tar Heels. (Dookies–ahem–Blue Devils are used as tie-breakers)
So as I watched the coverage of Jason Kidd hoisting a trophy over his head with the word “redemption” plastered along the bottom of the screen Continue reading “Dirk, Lebron, Kidd, and Me: Looking for a story.”
Dear College Me,
I have scary news. I’m writing you from a land where people don’t end every meeting with a prayer.
Calm down. Take a deep breath and keep reading.
You’ll just get to the end of the meeting, Continue reading “A Note to Myself, Circa 2001.”
Why do I not cuss at work? My coworkers circled the breakroom talking about it. I honestly don’t remember what I said in response, but I was probably doing the creepy bobblehead.
I generally have my spiritual conversations (or at least the most compelling points in them) in retrospect in my head. So here’s what I wish I had said. Continue reading “Son of a… reason not to cuss.”