Why do centipedes always decide to show up when I’m in the bathroom? It’s true. It seems every so often a centipede decides to venture out of hiding and into my presence during my pre or post shower phase. And a couple nights ago was not pretty. I had just sat down on the toilet… Continue reading Stupid Centipedes
About two years ago I wrote a short narrative for school. I just came across this document and thought I would share bits and pieces of the original story. It’s written in reference to a memory I have of my childhood yearly family vacations to Charlevoix, Michigan. (Also, we were very strange and creative kids.)… Continue reading Butterfly Man
The other day I went into a coffee shop. I really don’t know what happened from there. Even though it was 10 AM and I was running errands for my job, I still hadn’t completely woken up. I said something about a shot of espresso in jumbled words to a very confused barista, and the… Continue reading Stupid Sleeping
A sharp January wind fluttered the curtains in the farmhouse that day. There wasn’t a stage, a pulpit or even an aisle runner. There was just a living room and a small gathering of friends and family. The lack of extravagance didn’t matter as the two twenty-year-olds exchanged vows—vows that would hold for three-fourths of… Continue reading Seventy-five
I am a huge fan of group workout classes. There’s something about the trainer, facility, other members of the class and, of course, cute workout clothing that makes me push myself extra hard. (Not to mention it gives me a chance to be around people. Post-grad and post-dorm life has left me searching for more… Continue reading The six types of people you find in a workout class
I thought I was a dog and ate plants, which really doesn’t make all that sense—unless some dogs eat plants. Maybe there’s an equivalent of catnip out there for dogs and they go crazy if they smell it. Or maybe some dogs just prefer the taste of leafy green goodness. None of the logic matters… Continue reading When I was young I thought I was a dog.
Twenty-three has to be the most uncomfortable, frustrating, awkward age. This past summer (I know, I’m thinking back to summer when there’s dustings of snow on the ground outside) I helped out a couple days at my home church’s high school summer youth conference. The conference attracts around 900 9th-12th graders, so you can image… Continue reading 23 is Awkward
I dare you to look into a dog’s face and not find joy. I don’t know what it is, but when I look into the face of my dog she seems to always be smiling—part of that might be because she’s a lab—but some days I just really need to see that smiling face. I… Continue reading Eucharisteo
It’s true. It really is. Every wedding has a sweaty dance kid. Now, I can’t take credit for this observation—my dad first noticed this phenomenon. But once he said it, I immediately started seeing a sweaty dance kid at each wedding I’ve attended so far this summer. Don’t get me wrong, I like to dance… Continue reading Every Wedding Has A Sweaty Dance Kid.
I did it! I graduated college as a successful, single, independent female! Exactly one week ago I graduated from Huntington University and I couldn’t have asked for a better undergraduate experience. I am now entering the “hire me” phase of life filled with lots of potential for fabulous new starts. I’ve spent the last couple… Continue reading Start
Rachel Batdorff 