I'm not good with The Now. There is too much imperfection and disarray offered in The Now. Due to this, I am always looking for ways to improve what's before me, mainly because what is behind me wasn't good enough. Do you see the problem in this? I am the hamster on the wheel; I… Continue reading The Now →

I feel it's safe to say that every marriage is different. Each is made up of its own quirks and kinks; styles and shapes. So, in thinking about what to write that someone who's been married for 50 or 20 or three years might not already know, I came up feeling empty handed. However, I… Continue reading Year One →

B and I recently attended a play with two friends from out of town. The play, Mr. and Mrs. Pennysworth, was put on by the iconic Looking Glass Theater here in Chicago. We didn't quite know what to expect, but Holly and John David are more well-versed in the theater world, so we trusted them with our… Continue reading A Legacy →

If you're anything like me, in the face of overwhelming feelings, it can feel difficult to know where to begin. Is it protesting? Most likely. Is it donating to organizations like the ACLU? Absolutely. But when finances or location hinder us from acting, there is something we can all do: read. I would love to share… Continue reading Let’s Learn Together →

I still remember where I stood, what my eyes held their gaze toward, and my harsh, harsh words. A and I were both teenagers -- seventeen and still navigating the inner and outer workings of high school and independence. So, when she called me, I asked if I could call her right back because I… Continue reading The Story of A & R →

"We know things in their depth and beauty only by a second gaze of love." This concept of a "second gaze of love" is what Richard Rohr refers to as "mirroring." It means to look at another human and to see yourself in them, but, most times, it takes another look to see this -… Continue reading The Man With Bare Feet →

I'm currently sitting in Waupaca, Wisconsin. It is my little piece of heaven. I'm always just the right amount of alone at this place. On every side are the tall trees that both block and bring sunlight. On the porch outside is a rocking chair that creeks along the wood in perfect unison with the… Continue reading Onward to 2017 →

In the almost five weeks since the election of Trump, it has still been hard to grapple with reality. The fear is real in that, no matter how predictable it all looks, it is still an unknowable equation. In these five weeks, I have stopped being surprised. Talking with the many friends who feel this… Continue reading Stickiness →

On my emotionally healthy days, I can navigate my way to a middle-ground. I can spot the minute details of a situation and find commonality. I am willing to erase the line in the sand that I unfairly drew (out of fear? self-righteousness?) and move forward. Since November 8th, I can't say that I've been… Continue reading Finding The Middle →

I don't know where your head is at on day two after the presidential election. Yesterday, for me, I could barely think straight. Being a woman felt more real than ever before. Being Mexican and Native American felt more solidified than ever before. Being a sexual assault survivor felt sickening. Being a Christian felt more… Continue reading Avoiding the Demon Dance →