Away we go... ~
From her wonderful Instagram feed. Robert and I chuckled in recognition, reflecting on many many meals, and many meal trends we've shared together:
Interesting series from Slate, in which couples write thoughtfully about the fights they have and how they are mostly variations of one specific fight.
I'm not sure where I land with this article, in which the author receives a hysterectomy and her German medical team prescribes nothing but Ibuprofen afterwards. I don't want people to suffer needlessly. But runners will tell you that there's a difference (or can be) between pain and suffering. And it doesn't surprise me that the United States prescribes painkillers at a higher rate than other countries. As we come to terms of an opioid crisis, we need to think more about that. And as the author's surgeon points out, pain conveys important information:
“Pain is a part of life. We cannot eliminate it nor do we want to. The pain will guide you. You will know when to rest more; you will know when you are healing. If I give you Vicodin, you will no longer feel the pain, yes, but you will no longer know what your body is telling you. You might overexert yourself because you are no longer feeling the pain signals. All you need is rest. And please be careful with ibuprofen. It’s not good for your kidneys. Only take it if you must. Your body will heal itself with rest.”
More at the link, but here is a favorite:
A story about Back on My Feet, a wonderful organization. Via the Baltimore Sun:
Owens, a graduate of a local addiction recovery program, is a volunteer team leader for Back on My Feet, a Philadelphia-based nonprofit that, in the words of its mission statement, “combats homelessness through the power of running, community support and essential employment and housing resources.”
The national organization encourages men and women who are homeless or at risk of becoming homeless to take part in regular early-morning group runs as a point of entry to a longer-term program of personal empowerment.
Makes my heart happy!
Get out those colored pencils and enjoy!
Here my friend, pastor Ashley Goff describes the worship practices and liturgical moves that helped the congregation she serves process the death of a longtime pastor, my friend Jeff Krehbiel. Beautiful.
The Asiz Ansari story seems like ancient history in Internet years, but this article is one that has endured for me:
Ask a man to tell you about his worst date and he’ll tell you a funny story about a lady who showed up dressed as a cat. Ask a woman to tell you about her worst date and she’ll tell you about a man who followed her home shouting that she was a whore.
The threat of violence is something that women consider when we walk home alone at night. It’s also something we consider when we walk home with a man on a first date.
Makes my head spin!
One fifth of people alive a millennium ago in Europe are the ancestors of no one alive today. Their lines of descent petered out at some point, when they or one of their progeny did not leave any of their own. Conversely, the remaining 80 percent are the ancestor of everyone living today. All lines of ancestry coalesce on every individual in the tenth century...
If you’re a human being on Earth, you almost certainly have Nefertiti, Confucius, or anyone we can actually name from ancient history in your tree, if they left children. The further back we go, the more the certainty of ancestry increases, though the knowledge of our ancestors decreases. It is simultaneously wonderful, trivial, meaningless, and fun.
I think it'll preach.
I shared this on Facebook, but in case you missed it--my brother created a playlist of the Beatles's entire discography, performed by other artists. What a labor of love! Very fun listen.