I started this blog a decade ago to help me navigate the many changes in my life for which I had no road map. I frequently would find myself softly…
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…
I want to thank black people for making me feel so uncomfortable. I’ve spent the last couple of years sitting in seminars, churches, and classrooms listening to Black people tell…
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…
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 love this quote by Peggy McIntosh, an anti-racism activist and scholar; “White privilege is like an invisible weightless knapsack of special provisions, maps, passports, codebooks, visas, clothes, tools and…
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,…