Growing up I remember being told I was too sensitive. I was gently encouraged to avoid things that might hurt. Therefore, I spent a good portion of my life protecting…
During lent and Easter I’ve pondered my decision to leave the institutional church. Not because I question my decision, but because the reasons became so apparent. I’ve written about my…
Last night at an impromptu pizza party, a friend implored me to “keep on raging”. I wasn’t sure how to respond. Was it kismet that this morning I happened upon…
I am not a feminist, or maybe the lady doth protest too much. I joined the feminist ranks kicking and screaming all the way. For the last couple of years,…
The journey to leaving the church didn’t happen overnight. My love for my community held me. But it came at a cost. I compromised. I truly appreciated the love and…