How the pressure to have a perfect New Year’s day helped me identify that my sense of isolation is of my own making.
Celebrating Jesus’ birth just as the light starts getting a little longer each day seems like grace: a double reminder that hopeful change is afoot.
I’ve always described myself as “spiritual but not religious.” I’m finding, however, that grace and transformation is found somewhere in the middle.
You did what? It’s time to get past the taboos around vaginas so women can get the health care they really need.
On this Thanksgiving I am most grateful for this blog, the people who’ve helped me with it, and how it has helped me to be more fully me.
Detours are a fact of life. My worry and rage accomplish nothing because each situation resolves in its time. Sometimes, they even lead to something better.
In our politically divided nation that often feels filled with hate, how do we love each other in the midst of our differences?
Fear keeps trying to push me toward the safe choices. But that won’t get me anywhere I want to go.
And finding it where I hadn’t expected. With my Dad.
It is only when I am fully me and explore and exercise my passions and truth that I can do whatever it is that I am meant to do with this life.