I’m loving the conversation about #ThingsOnlyChristianWomenHear. It’s hard to hear the stories–and frustrating when people protest that “not all Christians…” or “but what about X religion?” without pausing to listen. And yet… it’s helpful to hear women express the frustration
On the train: It’s a frosty-paned holiday weekend, but I start reading another obscure academic article. A curve in the track throws me against Anne’s padded elbow, as I read an article about how orthodox priests direct almsgiving in post-Soviet
Caught the bus home with a colleague recently, and she told me her daughter is coming to visit tomorrow. I was shocked. Your daughter? I ask. Yes, she says. Your daughter? She nods, and turns down her mp3 player, which
Eating with people is clearly the way to get to know people here. Sitting at a nearby cafeteria one day, I found Gulnar sitting in a corner and asked to sit with her. A pretty professional woman in her middle
“What are those? We don’t watch movies.” “What?” Lianne asked, distracted. She was supposed to be sorting, and there was a pile of videos on her left — of Anne’s first birthday, Jake’s second … Christmas? “Who’s Jake?” Lianne paused.
I was checkout-girl at work yesterday. I had a never-ending stream of customers all night: wrinkly old people buying cheap cigarettes, smelly guys buying condoms, a girl with Vogue and mascara in her basket, high schoolers buying energy drinks (for