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How?
I am currently sitting in the dark, beneath an overhead fan at full blast. The summer heatwave has not lifted for a month, and I am 109 months pregnant. Today, though, is July 4th.…
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I’d Rather
Friends, An entire decade of looking down and finding ourselves warped by politics, ideology, and twisted realities. It feels foreign to not know what it means to choose a side. Whether it is an…
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Letters to a Young Poet
When I was heavily involved in the church, one of the things I caught onto quickly was to never “teach” or mentor from a place of learning. Meaning, if you are in the throes…
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New Wells
For however many times I have wanted to write, I have remained stuck; unmoving, quite literally, to the keyboard. A thousand little thoughts have taken up residence in the meantime. Today, though, I did…
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A Millennial Disruption
Fellow pilgrims, I have been thinking a lot about how we are inundated with generational language and conversation. Just yesterday, I overheard a conversation at work between a 75-year-old and a (presumably) 40-something. The…
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From The Womb
Doesn’t healing sometimes feel like that portrait you’re pacing past; there, like art, reminding you how far you made it. That it’s OK to be good because you were always good. Isn’t healing happening…
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On Wars & The Collective Us
Previously posted on TinyLetter Buckle up, it’s been a while. We are existing in a rocky world right now. We have wars happening on every side of us. From Ukraine to Sudan to Armenia to…
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On Being Known
Previously posted on TinyLetter Friends, I wrote the following in a moment of being In The Feelings last week. I let myself sit with these words for a while, letting them work their way through…
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The Gift of Proximity
Previously posted on TinyLetter My little summer fireflies, Yesterday, I had the pleasure of spending an hour of my morning talking about what it means to have our worldviews disrupted by proximity. To give…
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