I have often lamented the fact that there are very few photos of me as a child [aside from the requisite yearly school photo]. My parents just weren't 'picture people', and the few dozen snapshots I do have were almost all taken on the same day each year -- Christmas. Here, take a peep [hover…
Tomorrow Belongs to….
I read something years ago that has stuck with me at this time of year - 9/11 belongs to everyone - a day to remember and mourn those lost, but 9/12 -- that day belongs to those of us who stayed, those of us who served, those of us who survived. The sun came up,…
The Theology of the I Don’t Know
I get a lot of funny looks when people find out that I went to seminary and used to be a pastor. Funny looks and, oddly, the same three or four questions – where’d you go to school? What denomination? And my favorite – who’s your favorite theologian? This one always gives me a chuckle,…
Point me Toward Tomorrow
I try hard not to be too self-indulgent here on my blog, or get too sentimental, but y’all are going to have to bear with me this morning, because I’m feeling nostalgic, weepy, sad, satisfied, peaceful, and frankly, a little sappy today. Yesterday afternoon, I took my final bow as Jack’s Mother in CTC’s run…
13 Days. #Lifechange
My alarm clock went off at 6:45 this morning, and I cried. I’m not kidding. “Not Throwing Away My Shot” started to play on my phone, my brain turned on, my eyes opened, and I literally burst into tears. I’m officially “sobbing when my alarm goes off in the morning” tired. And it’s not without…
Who Matters?
Does my life matter? I try really hard to keep this blog as politics-free as I can. The internet is awash in political overload all the time these days, and I don’t want to just be another voice in the crowd. Today though, I’m feeling it. People with pre-existing conditions woke up this week to…
Fine. I’m a heretic.
When I told my sister that I needed to write a reflection for church about the word heretic, she snorted, and then burst into laughter. She laughed so hard she cried. She laughed so hard she couldn’t talk. I was not amused. Okay, maybe I was a little amused. I’ve always been a bit of…
Honor the Women
Cindy Cone. Margaret Carlton. Pat Skrocki. Pat LaMarche. Antonia Hyde. They come from different backgrounds, hold different beliefs, but they all have something in common. They’re all women. Strong women. And they’re all women who have made an indelible impact on my life. I am who and where I am because these women each shared…
Still, I Stand
Six years ago, I reached my breaking point, grew a backbone, and left the strict, completely unhealthy religious sect I'd grown up in. It was the most terrifying, liberating thing I've ever and will ever do. Today, it feels like a lifetime ago, a distant memory I can look back on with pride. Six years…
Of Fear and Apologies
Fear is a powerful emotion. It literally causes changes in body and brain chemistry, prompts visceral, physical reactions, and can provoke us to react in ways that are less than, well, rational and kind. Sigh. Sadly, I know this firsthand. After the election, I was terrified. Not just by the direction the country had chosen,…
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