Soak me in goodness
I live in a word called tov. Tov is Hebrew for good. We throw around the word “good” quite often. Good work, bud. Good day, sir. Good golly, Miss Molly […]
Category Archives: Tasting Faith
Dating
Girls dream. Boys dream. But girls seem to dream about this thing much more than boys: The first date. Because that first date may eventually lead to hugs and cuddles and that […]
Arise, dreamer
Today, I am reminded that I was given a new life. This means that I am responsible for living, for living with purpose. The journey to understand what that purpose is takes me back […]
I have a job, but I am not my job
Story by Amy Gartenberg The other night I was whining to my friend in a dive bar. It had been a long week and I was in a funk. I […]
I have an age, but I am not my age
Story by Mary Heberling I am of the millennial generation. Also known as Generations Y, we are the next largest generation behind the baby boomers. According to Wikipedia (my high […]
I have a byline, but I am not a byline
I have a byline, some days. It’s like a virtual name tag that pops up on your computer screen, or, for those who still read hardcopies, a 10-point Times New […]
I have bad knees, but I am not my bad knees
Story by Bryony Owen I have bad knees. I have multiple knee braces, surgery scars, physical therapists and surgeons to prove it. For a long time, I’ve let my bad […]
I have, not I am
World, view me like a car. Mark the freckles on my cheeks, the strands of hair on my head. Write down my make and model number: A 1989 Scandinavian female. Put me […]
These broken pieces
I messed up. I’m pretty sure I messed up, that is. I broke my body, didn’t I? I didn’t mean to. I didn’t intend to hurt myself. The bruises and […]
A walk down the aisle
I would like to share with you a memory. A memory I’ve tucked into a small wooden music box, with trinkets and keepsakes – faded baby blanket, first tooth, graduation […]
Taylor's Taste 