I recently sent an S.O.S to a friend asking how she keeps her sanity together while the house is in disarray. We are both so alike — though, I consider her a mentor —…

Each year at work, there is this specific process performed called “roll forward.” Information from previous years’ work is rolled forward to be inserted into the following years’ documents. From my understanding, it is…

“I read the definition of Imposter Syndrome and felt an internal, ‘Oh, shit…’ roll from my stomach and rise to my throat.” These are the words, more or less, I said to my therapist…

It is never about the violence to, but always about the control of. I had this thought this morning as I reflected on another church digging its heels into the very real topic of…

“There will always be an aide worker holding an orphan; a friend sitting with another friend in their addiction or sadness [… ]Regular moments of Resurrection are still happening.” I am paraphrasing, but that…

Motherhood it seems is a series of pauses Food left here there Spoonfuls of rice or chicken bits everywhere I am learning to be OK with the messes I leave along the way including…

There are times I wonder how much I am affecting change from the screen. Since I was eighteen, I have been writing about religion and politics. It’s so specific to that age, because the…

I’m sitting outside at my in-law’s place — where we’ve decided to camp out as we find a place to live and all the other things that come with moving — and I hear…

I’m having a hard time with the lights, the cameras, and the action. I’m discovering, actually, that I need a little less of it all. Because, when the baptisms start, I want to hear…