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I am thankful
Posted by Katherine Putnam on November 23rd, 2012

“So I am thankful that I’m incapable of doing any good on my own.” Happy day after Thanksgiving everyone! When trying to think of a quote or lyric to use for today’s title, “Thankful” by Caedmon’s Call was the first to jump to mind. After rereading the lyrics my mind meandered from a Thanksgiving post […]


Grownups here
Posted by Katherine Putnam on November 6th, 2012

“We never have grownups here that are girls.” “I know.” “I really like it.” “Me too.” I just have to ask: does anyone ever really feel like a grown up? I have the odd moment or two when I realize that, in the eyes of my five-year-old or ten-year-old or eighteen-year-old self, I’m grown up. […]


Better than
Posted by Katherine Putnam on October 31st, 2012

“You’re Annie. You like puzzles, and little monsters on your pencil, and some guy named Mark Ruffalo. You’re a fierce competitor and a sore loser. And you expect everybody to be better than who they are, and you expect yourself to be better than everyone. Which is cool.” This is Annie Edison: Although I find […]


I accept
Posted by Katherine Putnam on August 28th, 2012

“You mean you wish to surrender to me? Very well, I accept.” So, I don’t know if you know this, but God’s kind of all about forgiveness. And it kind of sucks. I am quite the sinner: bad temper, untamed tongue, stubborn pride, near-inability to surrender control to God, the list could probably go on […]


Self detained
Posted by Katherine Putnam on June 29th, 2012

“I am a hostage to my own humanity: self detained and forced to live in this mess I’ve made. And all I’m asking is for You to do what You can with me. But I can’t ask You to give what You already gave.” Lefou, I’m afraid I’ve been thinking; a dangerous pastime, I know. […]