I recently called a childhood friend to talk to her about something that had hurt my feelings.
As I unfolded my heart to her, she remarked, “You just come off so strong and confident. I think people forget that your feelings can get hurt.”
This is not the moment where I offer you a humble brag with exaggerated posturing over how I don’t know how I possibly come off that way (“Who, little old me?”). Because I do know how I come off that way: I do it on purpose. It’s both a reality of everything that I have been through in my life and this protective shell that I have built around myself. It’s served me as ill as it has served me well.
There is nothing wrong with being a confident, self-possessed woman. But I think there might be something wrong with our perception of those women.
Our list of acceptable spousal qualities is often little more than a self-gratifying thesis of what we think we deserve.
Since that documentary and my early blogging days, a lot of people aren’t quite sure what to do with me. They have a hard time reconciling the old and new me.
To use our smartphones as a haven from the messiness of face-to-face, three-dimensional friendship is the enemy of authentic intimacy.
Marriage is neither the cure for sin nor the reward for saintliness. Your singleness is not your punishment.
Philando Castille’s death is a tragedy, and so is the way we will leverage it for our platforms.
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