Last night I attended an event at St. Sabina’s Catholic Church, billed as the Mother’s of the Movement. The keynote speakers, the mothers of Trayvon Martin, Eric Garner, and Breonna…
I’m struggling to ignore the inner voice that’s nudging me every time I join the cheers and tears of support for the refugees at the Ukrainian border. Why do I…
It feels like everyone is rejoicing now that the pandemic is coming to an end. Restaurants are overflowing, traffic is at a standstill, invitations to gather are pouring in. In…
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…
My mother wore grief like a backpack full of boulders. She could never quite figure out a way to lighten the burden. Her need to hold grief close influenced my…
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…
It is tradition that the days leading up to Christmas are filled with an endless to do list. Yesterday I was running from store to store, pushing through the throngs…
I was a “good” daughter. Although there is no one left to tell you otherwise. I was a “good” wife, but again, life has dealt me a certain hand and…
I recently got into a Facebook discussion with someone about my decision to leave the Catholic Church. As I navigate this choice and spiritual journey I’ve come to realize the…
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…