Author Archives: Monica

Vanity

She caught her reflection and stopped. It wasn’t vanity… or was it? She didn’t think so, but she’s good at justifying herself. It was more about awareness. She is endlessly fascinated by perception — how hers can be so skewed. … Continue reading

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Older

She pulled in the driveway and drew the car into park, shutting off the engine. She looked at her house, surrounded by gray and houses too close to hers. She reached up to the windshield and pulled down the visor … Continue reading

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On being sick

He walked in, handsome as ever in his straight jeans and black cardigan with slightly-wrinkled shirt poking out underneath — a typical Sunday afternoon look. He looked at me, pitifully, and, it seemed, disappointed. I was in bed for the … Continue reading

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Organizing

Her gaze fell upon the untidy stack of magazines on the floor. They’d been there for what… six, nine months now? A reminder of her miserable shortcomings as a household manager. For a moment, she contemplated taking the entire stack … Continue reading

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Obama’s case for the Second Amendment

When the president visited a Master Lock factory in Milwaukee last month to discuss American manufacturing, he got a laugh from the workers when he told them: “As I was looking at some of the really industrial-size locks, I was … Continue reading

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Higher standards than God

It happened sometime after 11pm. We were discussing the revelation I had about my vast, amorphous, persistent false guilt (the revelation being that it exists) and it’s ties to my deep-seated perfectionism. I had changed into a purple striped vintage-style … Continue reading

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Working

She filled her glass to the brim with milk and tossed the carton away. There was such abandon in knowing that a full one was waiting for her at the back of the fridge. Walking back to her office, she … Continue reading

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Me and my edgy design

My husband referred to my blog style, graphically, as “edgy.” I have never been associated with anything edgy in my life. I have been called “extreme,” “unconventional,” “radical,” and “bold,” but never “edgy.” I must be turning a new leaf. … Continue reading

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11:26

I flipped the switch to reveal an unmade bed; my pillow dotted with mascara. I considered the scene, flooded with the unlovely radiance of “the big light.” It was late. Too late for my normal evening routine, much less this. … Continue reading

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My favorite day of the week

Sunday used to be my least favorite day of the week. These days, I’m already looking forward to it when Monday comes. What I love about Sunday: Meeting with our whole local church family and engaging in true fellowship (not … Continue reading

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