Christian woman blogger.
What comes to mind when you see that phrase? Do you immediately think of your favorite blogger who is a woman and a Christian? Do you read that phrase and in your head, hear it being spoken it with the contempt-laced tone that critics tend to use? Or does something else immediately come to mind?
I suppose it depends on where you're at, how you perceive that phrase. After being a Christian woman blogger for 10 years now, I can honestly tell you the phrase means something entirely different to me today in 2014 than it did in 2004.
Back in that day, blogging was still pretty much new ground, and new blogs popped up faster than springtime weeds. Some lasted just days, while others came along and were awesome and either faded away, or just became more awesome. I can count on one hand how many women bloggers from that day that I read then, that I still read now. I don't know how many of them are actually still blogging, I only know which ones came through the filter for me as I've grown over the last 10 years.
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Do you ever have one of those thoughts that seems so complicated and multi-layered and has like, a hundred different implications, so much so that you can't even really figure out what it is you're so bothered about? Well of course you do, I think we all do. So for today, here's mine:
"I hate mean people".Now that I've said that, allow me to explain what it does mean and what it doesn't mean. I'll start with the latter, first:
Posted by Carla Rolfe at 8:57:00 PM
Thursday, February 6, 2014
When my husband and I got married 16 years ago I knew that he worked night shift. I was pretty sure I understood what that meant too, since I'd had plenty of experience as a kid whenever my mom would take an overtime day on the weekends, and it happened to be the graveyard shift. I even went to work with her a few times, which was kind of exciting for a 10 year old kid. Staying up ALL night? You bet, I'm in! Of course I never actually stayed awake until her shift was over but that's not the point. She worked a lot of those shifts when I was a kid and we still had a normal family with a normal routine. Sure, I knew all about night shift.
Or, so I thought.
Or, so I thought.
Posted by Carla Rolfe at 8:50:00 PM