Our church is small. We’re so small that it’s not uncommon for regular schmucks like me to be asked to lead some part of the service so everyone can help carry the load. Before Easter, a lovely woman asked me to lead communion. Most of it is scripted and so I didn’t see a problem … Continue reading
Author Archives: welderbeth
Currently Reading: God and The Gay Christian
I know this may be hard to believe but I really try not to overwhelm people with things that I share. I do read pretty prodigiously, mostly before I fall asleep, and, despite my past insistence that I pretty much only read young adult dystopian novels, I actually haven’t read any fiction in a few … Continue reading
God, My Mother
I broke my left arm shortly before I started 3rd grade. I was at daycare and someone challenged me and a friend to a piggy back race, so I loaded her up on to my back and we took off. I should have known better, right? I mean, I was not known for my athletic … Continue reading
I’m Not Okay and That’s Okay
I could also call this “Welderbeth Sees a Counselor: Round 2” During The Baby’s last hospitalization, I was stretched to my limit. This GIF is an accurate representation of how I can handle high stress situations. I can look like a total badass until I suddenly don’t anymore. And by fall all to pieces, I … Continue reading
A Cold and Broken Hallelujah
After The Baby was in the hospital over Christmas, I realized that I had actually lost weight. I was able to do some yoga and I made a point to have healthy food available instead of eating shit out of vending machines like a rat in the corner of the hospital room. The news of weight loss made … Continue reading
On the Death of White Saviorism
Alex and I got married when we were 20. We were two young farts who chose to get married at 2pm on a sweltering August day in Dallas in a historical home that had two window A/C units, no chairs, and very little cross ventilation. To say that our guest remember only one thing about … Continue reading
How to Be a Bird Nurse
Welcome and congratulations on the purchase of two cockatiels by your preteen who has been saving his money since the summer. Sure, they’re his birds, but you’re a parent, you know the truth. They’re yours too. No matter that you already have a dog, four chickens, a baby, a preteen, and kombucha to keep up … Continue reading
