The Plant I Keep Promising to Water
It's still alive. Barely. And I think it's trying to tell me something about myself.
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It's still alive. Barely. And I think it's trying to tell me something about myself.
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I went to the store for three things. I came home with eleven. The three things were not among them.
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Every Sunday I survive the sanctuary. It's the parking lot that nearly does me in.
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Somewhere in my kitchen cabinet lives a lid that belongs to nothing. I have made my peace with this. Mostly.
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I have GPS, a good sense of humor, and absolutely no idea where I am.
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I have been confidently wrong about how long things take for my entire adult life, and I see no signs of improvement.
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I have been confidently lost in the same town for fifteen years. Here is my apology and my defense.
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I have driven confidently in the wrong direction on four continents. This is not a brag.
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I have always been approximately eighteen months behind whatever the current thing is. I have made peace with this.
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Twice a year I am asked to pretend that time is a flexible and human-managed concept. Twice a year I fail at this.
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No institution in American life is more theologically rich, more fraught with social complexity, or more dependent on the green bean casserole than the church potluck.
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The self-checkout machine has replaced the confessional as the place where our deepest moral failures are made visible to strangers.
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