MCAfter3 Group

“I wish camp could just be our school,” said Dylan and Ty’Jae. They went on to imagine what the days would be like. “Miss Summer would say, ‘Ok guys, it’s time to swim! And Mrs. Banks would make us pose for pictures’”. How incredibly true! These kids have us pegged for sure. If there is such a thing as post-camp depression, I have it. I even miss 96.7, which normally makes me want to remove my eardrums, but is what the kids listened to most of the time during our van rides to camp. While … [Read more...]

Garbage Day

Broken House

I was driving in Ranson, WV, today for work and I passed an old house situated picturesquely on a farm, green and lush. Upon closer inspection I noticed that its windows were broken; I could see through the whole home, void of furnishings and completely lacking any signs of life. I have no idea who used to live there, but for some reason my heart felt heavy. A dense cloud of "what could have been" enveloped the house, which was once someone's home. It stands now not only empty but also broken. I … [Read more...]

Mother Vs. Monster


On this Mother's Day... Since it's the end of the day, and you are most likely brimming with endearing sentiment, I want to take this opportunity to normalize a few things about motherhood. I had the pleasure of attending a Mother's Day lunch today, hosted annually by a very close friend and her family. And although a bit unorthodox (Aunt Juniper's helmet-clad husband threw up the cutest little pile of fruit cocktail on the floor in rebellion that pizza wasn't being served), spending time … [Read more...]

Accidental Pancakes

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My dad  accidentally taught me how to make pancakes.  When I was a child, each time he made pancakes,  I'd carefully watch how he whisked and slowly poured the thick batter onto the skillet. Eventually I learned that when the pancakes started to bubble, it was time to turn them. I'd slather my pancake with molasses-thick King Syrup and butter...served alongside a glass of sweet iced tea- a staple in my home. See, my mother was a southerner by birth and it was in her blood. I've been drinking … [Read more...]

Distorted Plastic


Alyssa and I have a horribly inappropriate line of Barbie and Ken dolls based on some very politically incorrect stereotypes. We began creating them about 10 years ago but decided not to market them because it's not very nice. We have one called “Perfect Christian Barbie”. Her name is Joy-Ellen: she wears her hair in a bun with slacks, a button down shirt with puffed sleeves and sensible shoes. She doesn’t allow her children to say the word “fart”. Then there’s "Wanna-Be Gangsta Donnell". He’s a … [Read more...]

Truth Be Told……


I wonder how many hours in a lifetime women spend watching other women and glamorizing their lives, secretly envious of their seemingly romantic life? Admittedly, we're nosy creatures by nature. We want to know what other people's lives are like, mentally comparing ourselves to each other. But beneath all of that curiosity (and, okay, sometimes judgement) is the need to be validated. God gave us the desire to belong. To seek relationships. To seek HIM, ultimately. You can run but you can't … [Read more...]

Crowd Pleaser or God Pleaser?


That not everyone will like me makes me sad. For any of you who are people pleasers, this makes you sad, too, unless you are under the misguided impression that you are the exception. Let me burst your bubble: you aren’t. It sucks, I know, because we spend so much energy trying to make everyone happy and it is a slap in the face when we fail. Jesus said in Mark 8:36, “For what does it profit a man to gain the whole world and forfeit his soul?” I always thought he was talking about money in … [Read more...]

I heart.


I have not always had the ability to accept love. I can remember as an adult, wanting so badly to know that feeling that comes so naturally in relationships, whether romantic or platonic. I wanted to be part of the dance that seemed to waltz itself in and out of happy lives. The reciprocal, relational tug of war was something that I lived vicariously through. Exceedingly cheerless. Stiflingly lonely. There I stood, on the lip of authentic friendship, nose-pressed to breath-fogged … [Read more...]

Rectangular Apple

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Our dog, George, leaped out of the litter box (made out of a large plastic tote so she couldn’t get in) and ran over to me excitedly, like she’d just done something great. Her nose was gray from the litter dust and she wanted to kiss me. I said mean things to her, including calling her an imbecile and threatening to give her to the pound. She wagged her tail and followed me around because she doesn’t understand English and finally I gave in and petted her, because really, what’s the point of … [Read more...]

Souled Out


I’m ashamed to admit this, but I desire a better car. And a bigger house. And more money. And another baby. I wish I had better clothes, and an impressive job, and whiter teeth. There are days that I spend trying to attain those things (Well, not the baby. That’s weird). Whole days wasted, swallowed up by discontent and envy; whole days vanish before my eyes as I set my sights for bigger, better and more. So many precious hours have become meaningless in this pursuit of the temporal driven by … [Read more...]