I worked even harder to fit the description of how I was viewed. What I couldn’t understand was this made me more an imposter.Read More
I didn’t know his name a week ago. But I said yes, the way I would put my body between my own five-year-old and an oncoming car.
When I think about Jesus… Maybe, when he didn’t know where to begin, he focused in on a single life, a single need, a single name.
His name is Engel.Read More
Looking at my own internal paradoxes lately: the enlightened feminist world-changer who also passes some standard baseline desirability test. Clearly, two halves of me are at war.
Here's how I breathe life back into my objectified bones…Read More
A lot can be learned from the leaves on the forest floor. Lean into the in-between places and uncertain spaces. Embrace this journey as cyclical rather than linear. There is new air all around you – breathe it in.Read More
Like a dry sponge I soaked up the radical teachings of Jesus. The more extreme I became, the more approval I received. I was a rock star.
It all began to unravel in about the third year…Read More
My mother was going to do her mother’s hair for the final time. I volunteered to be there to support her. What happened in that mortuary was truly cathartic.Read More
I lived with a dying mom in my most formative years, and afterward, raging fear of the death I had seen controlled my mind. But the only thing worse than death is being alive but not really living, and God never fails to whisper me back.Read More
From the personal moments that reopen old wounds to collective experience of the pain of strangers, we all confront the paradoxes of tragedy. And while I can’t promise you it will get better, I can promise to navigate these paradoxes together.Read More
As America struggled for the first time toward the stars, a newly elected president spoke to the world in gracious words and generous aspirations. Could we be that America again?Read More
Is it madness to march in the streets one year later, when it feels like so little has changed? The human soul cannot live in a constant state of grim battle.
But we march to know we’re not alone.Read More