I have a memory of belonging, of feeling at home.
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I have a memory of belonging, of feeling at home.
Read MoreI think each person has a fault line. A crack-line under the skin. Maybe you remember the day it appeared to you, and it became visible to others. Perhaps it shows itself after an unexpected event. Like a death. Or a diagnosis, for example. I observe your eyes glossing over when I try to explain…
Read MoreThere is a saying that is particularly apropos of the Colorado Front Range: “If you don’t like the weather, wait a minute.” We can have snowflakes one moment, sleet the next, hail the next, rain the next, and then always a return to our characteristic blue skies that inspired the country oldie, “baby blue was…
Read MoreI’ve grown accustomed to the feeling that something awful will happen to my husband and daughter at a young age. Every once in a while, it hits me that something could happen—an illness or injury that takes them from me all too soon. Recently, however, I’ve felt a relatively new fear: that illness or injury…
Read MoreThe first time I heard a woman preach I was 17. Until then, I’d heard the “sharing of testimonies” by women in my church, but I’d never heard the proclamation of divine word uttered in a female voice.
Read More“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…
Read More“Wanna come up?” “Netflix and chill tonight?” “What about friends with benefits?”
Read MoreFor years, journaling has been a part of my spiritual discipline.
Read MoreIt was the perfect day for a sail. Sunny, breezy, and beautiful.
Read MoreIt seems like it takes forever for the trees to shed themselves of their leaves in Texas.
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