Unleashed

(for Judy) I may not be firstborn, nor am I male. Yet I’m a member of your Levitical tribe.  Ordained before you, a minister just like my father. And in his image, I speak light into darkness. 

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This or That

“Is a bagel still called a bagel if there is not a hole in the middle?” Chatter in the room quiets down and eyes shift towards me, awaiting my answer. The scenario is common, the question new. I try to give my reply. A succinct answer is what is being asked of me, but I…

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The Gilded Girl

Once upon a time there was a girl named Sunny. They called her Sunny because of her golden hair and smile and the way she would light up a room when she entered. And the light emanated from her, and the light was good.  Sunny’s mother was named Gilda. Gilda had discovered when she was…

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For the Outsiders

This one is for the outsiders. The ones who walk into a room and wonder if they’re going to find a friend. If people are going to see them, welcome them. “Will I be overdressed? Underdressed? Will I say the right thing? Will they think my jokes are funny?” This is for the ones who,…

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He Called Me Daughter

“Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace.” Luke 8:48 “Orphan” comes to me with connotations of lack—lack of guidance, lack of love, lack of place, lack of belonging.  Though I never knew the absence of parental guidance in my life, I encountered a season as a spiritual orphan in my 20s, lacking community,…

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The Tale of the Orphaned Queen  

Her eyes feel heavy as she comes into consciousness. She rolls her head a bit and feels the soft, silk pillow against her cheek. Her mind tries to locate where she is, but all  she can muster is the thought, “What a long sleep this has been.” Little does she know that she hasn’t been sleeping for…

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The Matriarch and Muse

“The calling of the queen is not to rule, but to host the banquet where the Spirit of God may be present with his people.” – Cathy Loerzel* I confess that I had low expectations and maybe even a mild sense of dread as I pulled into the parking space at my mother’s Baptist church.…

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Little Suns

It was a profound moment for me. As I sat staring at my peanut butter-smudged computer screen, wincing from the glare to try to look her as directly in the eyes as possible, I wondered to myself: What little suns does my life orbit around? Spiritual direction is new for me. As I progress through…

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Crown or No Crown, You’re Still a Queen to Me

“Crown or no crown, you’re still a queen to me.” I read these bold, black words in a small card with a picture of a silver glitter crown on the cover.  My friend, Desire—my coworker and fellow sorority sister—left this card for me at our work. It was a sweet gift: we had just learned…

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