I recently admitted to my coworkers that unlike many girls who seem to have many of their wedding details planned since childhood, I actually have more details of my funeral planned than my wedding. This is probably strangely morbid to most people, but I guess for me, it has become quite normalized to think about my funeral, after going to many more funerals than weddings growing up. At least, it’s what I remember more of...
About the author: Lindsey has a BA in Sociology from Cedarville University and a MA in Education (math) from the University of Colorado. After having taught 5th grade for four years, she currently stays at home and spends her days wrangling three toddlers while anxiously waiting for the sound of the garage door. Growing up, we didn’t do Santa. My sisters and I didn’t write lists, my parents never took us to visit Santa, nobody ever...
It can all come to feel so mundane. Established. Foreseeable. So taken for granted. It’s a given. The daily commute. The workday. The repetition. All the hours, and things that we will do in them and see in them mapped out. We come to feel a certain predictability in our routines. We know what we’ll be doing at 9 o’clock on Monday morning, we know what we’ll see on our drive to work, we know...
One year ago today The Two Cities officially entered the blogosphere. Since that time the blog’s contributors have produced more than 260 posts and received more than 1,300 comments. We’re grateful for the response we’ve received from our readers and hope to continue to produce stimulating articles that encourage further engagement. As a token of our appreciation we’re giving away four Amazon gift cards worth $25 each! To enter the raffle, follow these two easy steps by...
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