Permission to Impost

“Imposter” is one of those funny words that doesn’t have the root it should. If “shopper” is one who shops and “reader” is one who reads, shouldn’t “imposter” be one who imposts?

But of course, impost isn’t a word, and in that regard the very word imposter is a fake among others like it.

Imposter is also what I’ve felt a lot like recently. Continue reading

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Fidget Spinner

I’m nearing the end of a weeklong stay in California with my dad, stepmom, and 9-year-old brother. My brother has his first swim meet this Saturday. Even though he can swim 50m in around 30s (if he’s rested, he says), he was reluctant to sign up–he says he likes to swim “just for fun.”  I was taken aback. Continue reading

Trumpcare is anti-Christian

In five days, the Senate is poised to vote on the Better Care Reconciliation Act, its version of a bill to repeal and replace the ACA. It’s no secret that healthcare in the U.S. is the most expensive in the developed world and delivers poor quality for its high pricetag. We live in a messy democracy, and this is a messy issue, so it’s not a surprise that the laws on the books now are a mess and any future laws will also be a mess.

Nevertheless, I’m 100% against the BCRA and its House counterpart as ways to address the problems of American healthcare, even though as a healthcare provider and a taxpayer I’ve seen firsthand the flaws of what we have now, because what trumps those two identities ultimately is my identity as a Christian. Continue reading

On Marrying the Wrong Person

I recently read this NYT opinion piece written by Alain de Botton. He writes about how marrying the “wrong person” is inevitable, and goes on to say:

“We mustn’t abandon him or her, only the founding Romantic idea upon which the Western understanding of marriage has been based the last 250 years: that a perfect being exists who can meet all our needs and satisfy our every yearning. Continue reading

This Election is Making me Scared to Move to the South

As America’s been trying to figure out how to make its Big Decision of 2016, hubby and I have been trying to make our own big decision–whether to uproot ourselves from Boston, where we both went to school, to return to the place both our parents call home–Atlanta, Georgia. We’ve been trying to take into account everything from his job to my job to family planning to cost of living to community and church involvement.

These last two points are the ones being assaulted by this election. Continue reading

Human Working Time

In dentistry, there’s a term for materials called “working time.” We us a lot of materials which start out as a pliable liquid or paste, but after a few minutes set into a less movable solid. If you’ve ever had to get an impression of your teeth for braces or a crown, you’ve experienced working time firsthand. If you’ve ever used putty to fill a hole in drywall, likewise.

For us, working time represents  how long we have to make changes, to manipulate and troubleshoot, pack and shave, add and subtract, before the given material starts to set and can no longer be bent without breaking.

Lately, I have been thinking about the human equivalent to this pliable, workable state.

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