We the redeemed. We get confused about what we are redeemed from. Only one thing. Death. That’s it. We like to complicate it. Lines, parsing words, anesthetizing. The danger is to make redemption a location we are going. We make a stifling, one size fits all Jesus box, then redemption is only… Continue reading redemption.
I’m seventeen years old. The first place I go to when I get my driver’s license is church. I’m hungry for Jesus. I’m dating a boy who loves Him very imperfectly but his family embodies Grace and Love in a way I have never experienced. I want what this family has. I need it. I… Continue reading That Time I had a Mental Breakdown in Church
A prayer for 2017 My love, May you no longer wait for permission to get shit done. May you grow stronger. May you run like hell and may your Fitbit track every damn mile of it. May you buy only vegetables and organize our finances and become translator of the year. I so believe in… Continue reading 2017
May nap times and money and orgasms come easy and often.
I do not pretend to advocate staying in a marriage that is full of either physical or psychological abuse. Please exit on the nearest inflatable slide. Keep in mind the exit may be located behind you. Perhaps I wish my parents had divorced sooner. End public service announcement. Commence sharing. There was a time in… Continue reading the end of together
Roary turns to Lorelei and says, “I’m pregnant” and tears roll down my face because this is the moment that it becomes real. There is a baby that will be born and they won’t know my mother and I won’t know how she would have responded to my news. The heartbreak is palpable. When I… Continue reading Mothers and Daughters
Mom, I’m writing because I’m angry. I’m angry because you’ve changed. I’m angry because who you are now is who I needed you to be then. You are fierce and strong. You can be harsh, no doubt. Mean, certainly. But you are at least a warrior on my team. You will fight against everyone else… Continue reading A Letter