Thoughts on Being an Adult with Imaginary Friends (The Gilbert Post)
I wasn’t the type of kid who liked dolls or toys. I wanted everything to be as real as possible. Play-food annoyed me, because it looked tempting, but…
Personal reflections
The Gray Area Problem
Fundamentalism may exist in a black-and-white world. But saying it's full of the logical thinkers, and those outside it are in a murky cloud of gr…
Chesterton, Children, and the Death of Curiosity
This post has been re-uploaded as part of the Archive Restoration Project. My brain is constantly coming up with ideas and I can’t get it to stop. I…
A Moment I Live For
I first found it when working at camps with young children. When I was seventeen, I volunteered at a horse vaulting camp. My group was full of little…
The Comfort of Books and Dreams
There’s too much pain surrounding this post to speak in general terms. I must keep it metaphysical, and perhaps it will reach a deeper level than my u…
Sprinklers in the Rain
Repost: this article is highly problematic - the first few sentences demonstrate how the young children in my family were traumatized and lived in fea…
Birthday Post 2: Turning 21
Guys, I’m happy. Usually on my birthdays, I slip into an introspective, rather melancholy, thoughtfulness about life. Something in my mindset changed…
A Lesson in Jam Writing
I’m heading up my writer’s group for the first time, and I had to lead a discussion last week. My theme: discovering the subconscious. I taught my fri…
When the Heart Forces a Smile
This post was originally published October 5, 2012. For an update on how I feel about Christianity now, see the post “When God Spoke to Me.” This is p…