Red Tent Living

reframing femininity

Words Matter

On the day I got married, I walked down the aisle with a ring already on my finger. It was 14K gold with an ornate floral pattern ensconcing a big heart. I had spent years waiting for this moment when I would trade my purity ring for a wedding ring. Inside the wedding program the “Purity Ring Ceremony” was noted after the bride’s entrance. I would give my ring to my father, who would then give it to my husband-to-be. It was quick and without fanfare, but I wanted to honor the promise I had made to my father when I turned thirteen. Continue reading “Words Matter”

My Life on Paper

Curriculum Vitae, or CV, loosely translates into “the course of my life.”  It serves as the equivalent of a resume in the medicine world. It feels like an answer to the question, “Who are you, and why should we hire you?” In this season of change, I am provoked to consider the story of my life.  Continue reading “My Life on Paper”

Poetry, Donuts, and the Meaning of Life

Introduction to Poetry
by Billy Collins

I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide Continue reading “Poetry, Donuts, and the Meaning of Life”

To Love and Be Loved.

Oh the deep, deep love of Jesus
Vast, unmeasured, boundless, free
Rolling as a mighty ocean
In its fullness over me
-S.Trevor Francis

Where was he? Why didn’t he stop it? How could he let it happen?”

The words tumbled out of her mouth as we sat together holding the weight of her sexual abuse. My eyes stayed with her, committed to remaining in the tension of what can only be named as paradox. Continue reading “To Love and Be Loved.”

Bar Joke

“Find what you love and let it kill you.”

– Charles Bukowski

Three nurses and a radiology resident walk into a bar. They are young, single, female military officers who gather on weekends to drink cheap wine, eat overpriced sushi, and commiserate about their love lives (or lack thereof). Picture a scene from Grey’s Anatomy with a military spin on it. They are independent overachievers who have worked hard to get where they are. They are supposed to be living the dream, but life isn’t living up to their expectations. The joke is on them. Continue reading “Bar Joke”

Is this the Greatest Show?

With great extravagance, I paid full price to see the same movie in the theater twice this year. It is the first time in my life I recall doing such a thing. My husband went a third time. Continue reading “Is this the Greatest Show?”

Moonwalking with the Master

Sleepwalking was my companion for three years, but I must admit, it felt amazing to be able to sleep and walk at the same time. Now I know how Michael Jackson mesmerized the masses with his moonwalk. Gliding through the vicissitudes of life without a care in the world, the freedom to just be, with the world watching, but your gaze solely fixed on the God of all Creation. Continue reading “Moonwalking with the Master”

Fighting with God is Good Theology

You don’t become a theologian unless you are willing to wrestle with God. Or at least, you don’t become a very good one. Two years into seminary and I see the theologians who serve as my professors aren’t shutting down or containing my doubts; they’re blessing them. Continue reading “Fighting with God is Good Theology”

Erasing Shame

Dusk settled onto Santa Monica’s streets as I hung up the phone. Everything inside me cringed as blood rushed to my face, tears welling up in my eyes. I tucked my phone into my pocket and briskly walked, pretending to go somewhere. Confusion stammered each thought as the dark smog of shame hedged over my heart whispering the subtle lie, “You’re crazy. This is your fault. Continue reading “Erasing Shame”

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