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reframing femininity

Lost and Found

When I was in graduate school I studied the text of Psalm 23, the Shepherd’s Psalm, because I was covering Keith Green’s version of it on a record I was finishing up. Out of this study I discovered that the phrase “Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life” was interpreted by some scholars to mean, “Surely goodness and mercy will hunt me down all the days of my life.” Continue reading “Lost and Found”

A Word from the Editors

We are excited to announce that for the month of February, the regular writers for Red Tent Living have yielded their writing spots to guest contributors. Our theme for February is “Are You Done Yet?” and we look forward to sharing both new and familiar voices. Continue reading “A Word from the Editors”

A Call To Pray

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A Lament to Bring an End to Abuse of Women

We have just concluded a week in which we heard pieces of stories from the female victims, now survivors, of sexual abuse at the hands of Larry Nassar. (Who received a sentence of 40-175 years in prison.) The stories are disturbing, the length of time, over 25 years, coupled with the evidence of reporting that went unheeded leaves us sickened and stunned. Continue reading “A Call To Pray”

Tell Your Heart To Beat Again

“Shame is the intensely painful feeling or experience of believing that we are flawed and therefore unworthy of love and belonging – something we’ve experienced, done, or failed to do makes us unworthy of connection.

Brene Brown


Recently the familiar buzz of my phone yielded a text. “You’re writing is different. Stronger. Intentional. Larger Voice. It’s so good.” Continue reading “Tell Your Heart To Beat Again”

Sleeplessness and Spaces Too Big for Me


Creativity is living in possibility and abundance rather than limitation and scarcity.

–CJ Lyons

I woke this morning at 4am. I’ve struggled with insomnia for years, so I know this hour well. 4am is no-man’s-land: it’s too late to take a sleep aid, but too early to get up and feel good about it. My thoughts and prayers at this hour are guttural, authentic, and a bit delirious. Continue reading “Sleeplessness and Spaces Too Big for Me”


My life took an abrupt turn on July 8, 2011, when my friend Jim had a seizure and was diagnosed with a very aggressive brain cancer. After surgery, he moved into my home, and I cared for him until he died nine months later. Continue reading “Returning”

How to Know When it’s Time to Write a New Story

We set off in June from the only home our children knew. We left an international concrete jungle and arrived at a Pacific Northwest house we rented off Craigslist, sight unseen, but for the large pine trees and lime-green grass in the photos. Continue reading “How to Know When it’s Time to Write a New Story”

On the Receiving End

I dislike the term “empty nester.” I understand the idea—I just don’t like referring to the space I’ve raised my family as a “nest,” which inherently makes me some kind of “momma bird.” In my mind, tacking a cutesy name on something sacred minimizes the significance. Continue reading “On the Receiving End”

Confessions of a Relational Control Addict

There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves punishment, and the one who fears is not perfected in love.

1 John 4:18

When I left for college, I experienced a major friendship shift. The people who had known me during adolescence were replaced with a whole college campus unable to pick me out of a crowd. Intimacy rapidly flipped to isolation and the change was completely disorienting. Continue reading “Confessions of a Relational Control Addict”

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