My heart is at once mending and breaking and today I am hopeful and extremely afraid. Black Lives Matter. LGBTQ people should be able to love how they want. Trans … Continue reading A Line in the Sand
Welcome to living with Covid-19 Recap: -Discernible symptoms began Sunday August 2nd with a sudden unexplainable loss of taste and smell. -My husband and I both tested positive and received … Continue reading What it’s like to have Covid 19: Day 4
Hi there, I’m a social worker located in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. On Sunday August 2nd, my husband and I were tested for Coronavirus/Covid-19, and we now know we are positive for … Continue reading What it’s like to have Covid 19: Days 1, 2, 3
There are things I can help and things I can’t. Despite my anxiety I dug myself deep in to the reputable news and the research today, determined to have a … Continue reading COVID-19 and Making Decisions or Why I’m Not Going to Church Tomorrow
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