Showing posts from September, 2015

Telling on Myself

Years ago, I worked on a website for my husband called It would feature his collections, which were amazing and rare. However, I worked long and hard, and then I gave up. Here's a post I wrote where I recommit to finishing it:

"I am the kind of person who doesn't mind a huge task so long as I know it'll eventually be over. And I mean over! But I also have a tendency to run away from tasks that involve a neverending process and no actual end. For instance, housework does not actually finish. It's an ongoing cycle. I'm learning now, however, to appreciate the process even when it leads to no end.

Today, I want to embrace the process of working out this website. has been quite the site and it has taken so much work. And then, hours into it, I see dozens of typos, instances of just plain bad writing, and incomplete links. I can't see excellence, and I'm completely unable to see any end to this. It's t…

The Real Kosher Jesus

I wrote this book review in 2012, and it's still true.

We all know, or should know by now, that Jesus ate kosher, that he probably "spoke phlegm" like the Dead Terrorist would say, and that he was Jewish. So I thought I was somewhat ready for this book I got. It's called "The Real Kosher Jesus" and here's a link to it, where I've already submitted my review.

It turns out that this guy is really relate-able. I like him. He's a genuine guy. And he's also a Doctor of something-or-other. He's smart, interesting, and seems to have a fun, good personality. So though I started the book expecting to be bored to death. Now, I'll admit that since I like action stories like Ted Dekker, I was forced to adapt to a slower pace. But it's a good book. With some awesome information.


Mislabeling Yourself in Relationships

I am improperly identified on all of my paperwork. What I mean by that is that my daily name, Stephanie Orsini, and my legal name are different. Lack of properly identifying myself the first time has left me misidentified permanently. When people see a name on paper that is essentially not my name, they get confused. What should be a  regular conversation has sometimes become a long, candid explanation of why I never use my real first name -- it was the dog's fault, by the way.

But what does this have to do with dating? You hear, "Try not to seem too eager. Play it cool. Don't wear your glasses. Put on this outfit, not the kind you usually wear." On and on, the advice goes, and when we're done getting ready for a date, we are already completely mislabeled. The person we are dating has no way of knowing who we really are.

How can true love find us if no one sees us for who we are? We're primped, shined, and stuffed into clothes that we would never really wear.…