Tick. Tick. Tick. The turn signal taps in concert with the muffled drops of rain while I wait for a steady stream of cars to pass. It’s afternoon, en-route to … Continue reading It Happened Here. Again. Shooting in my Hometown.
When I had just fallen over the edge of 15, a therapist with a mustache to rival The Kentucky Colonel sat me down in his office and diagnosed me with ADHD and unspecified depressive disorder.
I was doing okay. Last night Florida was just in my periphery, some news coverage on a bar TV alerted me while I sipped milkshakes on a much coveted date … Continue reading When the last minute comes: talking to my preschooler about mass shootings
As the day of thanks winds down, I am thankful for what November 23rd was like for me 5 years ago. My fiancé at the time and I were at … Continue reading Marriage: Living into Doubt
*This is a sermon, preached in context, with a specific audience in mind. Sermons are intended to be heard, so some of the grammatical choices are not always ones I … Continue reading At the Sight of the Lord: Exodus 3, 4:1-14
Of spinning over concrete, white lightning scar from grey stones cutting into chin Of barbed post-love scratched onto skin. Of canoe dock bruises, a summer tapestry woven from knee to … Continue reading Our Bodies Tell Our Stories
Dear God, I don’t know if you are there, but these last few weeks have not gone well. A week and a half ago I made a momentary poor choice … Continue reading I Don’t Know
A few days ago I stepped on a dip in the sidewalk and my ankle started to cave. I knew this feeling well and I waited for the inevitable collapse … Continue reading Pavement
This bout of insomnia, nearly three days in now, is triggered by a particular cause. Three years ago I was bursting into my second trimester of pregnancy. I’d spent the … Continue reading I’m not pregnant now, but three years ago on this day I was.
For better or for worse I finished seminary today. And, true confessions, right now I’m not feeling very good about it. Not in the “Oh, I’ll really miss all of … Continue reading It’s Complicated.
Maybe I’m just over-tired and wrecked from this completely insane semester, or I’m fizzling out, or perhaps it’s something about being an over-emotional woman, or perhaps even something about being … Continue reading Maybe…