*Written by Richard Thackston My first memory of my mother isn’t really a memory at all. It’s more of a fragmented, dream-like outline, shaded and color-washed by the stories of others. I have never been sure which sounds and images are my own and which belong to someone else, mere byproducts of hearing the story … Continue reading My Mother Tried to Shoot Me
“Don’t judge a book by its cover.” We’ve all heard this phrase before. It means that what you project on the outside doesn’t define who you are on the inside. Because the cover is the smallest part of who you are. I don’t believe in this phrase. When I browse for new books I look only at … Continue reading Judge My Cover
Hi, my name is Kirsten and I am a Netflix Addict. I am notoriously lazy when left to my own devices. I have been known to classify my bed as an idol. My deepest human desire is to stay in bed and do nothing all day. So this Saturday when I looked outside and saw … Continue reading Confessions of a Netflix Addict
Do you ever feel like you are too much? Too competitive? Too sensitive? Too Loud? Too quiet? Sometimes I struggle feeling like I am too much of something, in my case, it is usually too competitive. The other day it was a beautiful sunny day outside, one of the first signs of spring and I … Continue reading Why Less Isn’t More.
I realize the issue I’m about to address is a complicated one with many issues and nuances surrounding the subject. Please view this as the start of a conversation and an invitation into the process of change. There is a serious lack of men in the church and in the mission field these days. Many … Continue reading 5 Ways Men of God Can Step Up
This morning I got up with the squirrels and cheered on my favorite triathlon partner as she ran a race in Manhappiness. I sped by Starbucks to get caffeine and the Sunday edition of the New York Times (a favorite splurge) and motored out to the lake sans GPS. The sun rose to my right as … Continue reading Always Plan A
Lingua wrecked is sort of a “lingua franca” of those who wrestle in life; a connecting language that links your experience to my experience and to the life of that guy on the curb by the liquor store. If lingua franca is a “bridge language, a language systematically used to make communication possible between people not sharing a mother … Continue reading Lingua Wrecked
I’ll be moving soon and thanks to friends and a VERY PATIENT brother-in-law (a prince among men), I am going to pack my belongings, load them, and meet up with them in Manhattan, Kansas, in August. There is nothing like several moves in a short season to remind you that you don’t need (to pack … Continue reading Scarcity & abundance
I’ve been missing something…something visceral; something that I have always – under every circumstance – been able to count on and draw upon. I’ve looked in closets, books, song, people, silence, and in the battered book of faith that I’ve been known to toss at doors and walls. It wasn’t there. Searched photographs, memory, … Continue reading Rise
I saw Man of Steel last night. It was worth every penny and not just for the references to Kansas State University. It got me thinking; about men, sons, dads, strength, and honor. There were four key men in the story: SuperMan/Clark Kent/Kalel, his father on earth, his father on Krypton, and the antagonist, General … Continue reading Super man & men of honor
