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

Having My Own Apartment

“Do I look like a crazy person?” My hair floats around my face like dandelion fluff and my skin is red and sweaty. The only thing I’ve eaten today is coffee. Last night, I slept on the couch by a portable air-conditioner. My friend, who’s eating chicken while seated on the kitchen floor, looks at me and says: “A little bit.” It’s been a busy … Continue reading Having My Own Apartment

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

You Sound Like An Atheist

“May God bless you,’ the old lady told me. As she walked away, I exchanged a look with my dad, a look that read: That was weird. I’ve said this before in my blog. For most of my life, I grew up in a Christian Reformed Church—think hymns, creeds, pastors in long robes, Dutch Calvinists—and until going to college and transitioning to an expressive evangelical … Continue reading You Sound Like An Atheist