How I Feel About My Life Now

Saturday afternoon. Late. Like 5ish. I roll over in bed at the dregs of my nap, gaze out my bedroom, straight into the lounge. Glowsticks in place. Non-alcoholic wine lining the fridge. A drizzle outside to rinse out the Florida air. In two hours, my friends will be here, filling my apartment with noise. I’m ready. When Savvy and I wrote our end-of-year blog post … Continue reading How I Feel About My Life Now

We Need to Talk About Our Friendship

Why did I move to Florida? I’m sitting in the parking lot outside my friend’s apartment, browning under the sun’s hot breath. My fingers pick at Publix sushi that’s gone slimy. Orlando is wet, sticky, violent. It’s the place where you learn the contours of your body through sweaty shorts and tank tops.* Except, I’m wearing long pants. Why did I wear long pants? And … Continue reading We Need to Talk About Our Friendship

10 Big Changes for Savvy and Rachel

Hey there. Rachel here. As is the holiday tradition, Savvy and I join forces to bring you a delightful taste of both of our writing in ONE blog post. It’s like inception but for blogs. Helpful tip: Savvy’s words are in italics and mine (Rachel) are in roman type. Savvy (who is newly twenty-three! Cue that Blink-182 song) and I a.k.a. Rachel a.k.a. twenty-two (cue … Continue reading 10 Big Changes for Savvy and Rachel

Why I Don’t Care About Self-Care

Come on, guys. We are Generation Treat Yo-Self. This I know, for Parks and Recreation—and an article in The Guardian—told me so. Dear my fellow co-blogger, Savvy: I realize this blog post is a bit of an objection to your post “Take Care of Yourself.” You wrote about the importance of self-care and I don’t mean to argue against you. Actually, if I may spoil … Continue reading Why I Don’t Care About Self-Care

Living Through Hurricane Irma

For those of you who don’t know, I live in Orlando which means Hurricane Irma was Miss Popularity this past week. You watch the game. I'm on the screened-in patio watching the wind spit garden gnomes into the pool #IrmaHurricane2017 #HurricaneIrma — Rachel Noelle (@RachelNoelle21) September 10, 2017 I’m staying at my aunts’ house (yes, two aunts, that was correct punctuation) until I move into … Continue reading Living Through Hurricane Irma

Can God Speak to You?

Who is this Pentecostal God, sneaking around, putting words into people’s mouths, into their ears, wooing them to places they may or may not want to go?* Okay, so! I work at a charismatic-Christian publishing house which means that at work, I’m immersed in literature about getting closer to God, speaking in tongues, and, above all, hearing God’s voice. I always assumed the latter was a … Continue reading Can God Speak to You?

Getting Locked Out of My Room

Legit, it was because of popcorn. I’m watching a movie—Confessions of a Shopaholic, I am not ashamed—in bed with a bowl of popcorn at my side when I realize something. The popcorn does not have enough seasoning. You know that powdered white cheddar stuff? Oh yes. I bring the cinema experience home. I dart out into the kitchen, sprinkle some more on, and then head … Continue reading Getting Locked Out of My Room

When Christians Go Batshit Crazy

Strobe lights sweep across the auditorium. Music pounds against my eye sockets. Hands are in the air. They praise God with a passion that used to humble me to tears. I’m in my seat, arms crossed, eyes half open. Literally, I’m in a church. I’M IN A CHURCH AND THERE’S STROBE LIGHTS. I have been in the dregs of America’s Bible Belt for barely two … Continue reading When Christians Go Batshit Crazy