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In the last few years, I have moved out of Evangelical Christianity and have begun to identify as a Progressive Christian. That can be a bit confusing, though. What is a Progressive Christian? There aren't any Grace Progressive Churches or Southern Progressive Convention our there. It's more concrete, though, than just post-evangelical. It means something. First of all, Progressive Christianity is Christian. It's something of a big-tent label, embracing those with some divers

Chronic migraine (and all chronic illness) is very isolating. It's hard for me to make plans to go places because I'm so likely to need to change them. I have had to cancel an audiology appointment twice in the last two weeks because of a three week long migraine. They finally put me on the cancellation list. Maybe I'll have a good day when they have an opening. Here's hoping! Right? And the illness itself isolates me. When I'm in pain, I just want to be home and in the quiet

I was working on my memoir the other day and thought about my dad because I used the verse Psalm 30:5 "For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning." I post it in the King James Version, because my dad used to sing that last portion, "weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning!" outside my bedroom door on Saturday mornings at 6am. Alas, I didn't appreciate it as much as he thought I

I should be sleeping, but I've tried to tell my body that and it's not listening. The reason that my body isn't listening is that I'm halfway through a ten day course of olanzapine for a ten day right sided migraine, or at least a really bad headache that might be a migraine. I think the olanzapine has finally started to work. I only have swollen ankles, a super-dry mouth, hunger, and insomnia to go with it. Actually, though, if it breaks the headache it will be worth it. I k

This week was the Democratic Party's National Convention. Now that everyone who matters has said their piece about it, I'm going to weigh in on it. Just so you know, my opinions are the final and infallible word throughout all space and time in this and any other possible universes. All that is to say that I'm right. You are perfectly welcome to comment, with the understanding that I'm right. (And, of course, I'm kidding. Argue away in the comments, just be polite.) First of

And the pandemic continues! If everyone would wear masks and social distance, we could have this thing controlled by October, according to some of the CDC epidemiologists. Alas, not everyone is on board with that plan, so we're stuck with Covid-19 for the foreseeable future. I started volunteering for our local food bank yesterday. I met some great people and learned how the food distribution mechanism works. It's apparently a good bit more complicated because of the pandemic

I started writing a memoir about chronic migraine and faith earlier this year. I thought quarantine would be a great time to get a lot of work done since I wouldn't be getting out much. Alas, it was not to be. Apparently, my brain shuts down when the world is falling apart. Normally, I have so much to say and so many words. So many words. But, in the last couple of months, it has been hard for me to get the words in my head out onto the computer screen. I have been busy with