I guess on one hand, my marriage rests on years of history and memories. But it almost seems like the living thing that is my marriage mostly depends on what we’ve recently done with it. Like it’s a flame in a blustery night, and it’s no good that you threw mountains of wood back then. But what have you done together recently? But how have you seen each other just now? But what are you learning about that always evolving, always growing, always struggling, always hoping bedfe
It started with an afternoon in loserville, lost in the internet scrum of news and old twins videos and twitter feeds: the tedium, the hum-drum, the sheer noise of it all. My frustration with life had been simmering on the back-burner in the weeks prior, but the afternoon brought it to a boil. This fall our life felt green and full, our marriage felt sturdy and well-watered. And I realized something had changed. I had swapped college for another part-time job, but that alone
We have problems in our marriage, but money isn't one of them. We asked the money question in a recent letter, another part of our back-and-forth exchange about the family culture we're hoping to grow together. We came upon a sentence: we want to receive all possessions as a gift from God to be stewarded simply, generously, and enjoyably. What the heck does that mean? Let me spell it out a bit: We want to receive all possessions as a gift from God. We suspect that part of bei
This last week I've been on vacation with Kasey's extended family, away from the keyboard. But with vacation-- something they've been doing every summer for over a decade-- I've been thinking lately about traditions, how they form things in us without even thinking about them. Brett McKay, founder of Art of Manliness, writes that the three pillars of family culture are values, norms, and rituals. Family values dictate how we do life and why: if fun is a value, then your famil
Life happens either by design or by default. I don't know about your default - maybe it craps excellence and prays for its enemies - but mine isn't so good. It is snarky, internet surfy, and in an on-off love affair with convenience. I don't know about your default - maybe you listen hard and your words drip wisdom - but mine isn't so great. It's hungry for affection and doesn't mind going through the back door to get it. It counts errors like an official scorer in baseball.
I'm just trev.
I'm a 23-year old trying to make beauty out of life's raw stuff. I post stuff every Tuesday.