“We both have truths; are mine the same as yours?” Pontius Pilate asks Jesus in the movie Jesus Christ Superstar. That line has stayed with me since the movie’s 1973 debut. That was the first year I was living on my own, disowned by my family, divorced from my husband, disconnected from myself, and feeling…
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The Mother
*This post is from a sexual abuse survivor; it may be triggering for some readers. This is my Red Tent truth, my Red Tent story. This is and was “The Mother” in my life. The person who birthed me, whose publicly portrayed image I adored, but whose private reality would horrorify any humane person. I…
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Oh, precious little one. Sweet pea. Can I sit on the floor with you so I can see your pretty little face and be with you? Honey girl, I want to tell you about how brave you have been. Your courage has saved my life and now gives me life.
Read MoreBlame Shifting
The world’s intoleranceTo bear witnessTo the great sufferingWithin her sphereIncreasingly weighs upon meFor I have much to tellAnd no one who will hear
Read MoreSilence, Not Always Golden
“If it takes a village to raise a child, it takes a village to abuse one.” – Spotlight “The vocal minority” is a common, troubling saying we have in America. I’d like to explore the other side of the coin: the silent majority. As a society, we’re unable to hold suffering or the reality of atrocities committed…
Read MoreA Brilliant Escape
Today I saw a caterpillar smashed on the sidewalk. She met her demise before she met her destiny. Sometimes, I want to be that caterpillar. Pleading that my life might somehow end. This desire for eternal rest comes because emptiness has found her way back to me again. I try relentlessly to fill her but…
Read MoreTilling Forgiveness Through Love
I loved my mother but she never was a safe person.
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O come, O come, Emmanuel, and ransom captive Israel
Read MoreThe Boat
It was the perfect day for a sail. Sunny, breezy, and beautiful.
Read MoreA Church Lady’s Freedom
There I was. There we were. Four women squeezed into an elevator with 7 young men and two guards.
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