Church Hurt: The Story
Since sometime in 2016 I’ve written vaguely—and sometimes less vaguely—about a church hurt our family experienced in 2015 that ultimately led to us leaving the very church upon which we had been building community for our family. I found myself…
My Year of Less, Chapter Two: The Shopping Ban
On behalf of COVID-19, we’re wrapping up nine weeks of social distancing/quarantine/isolation/whatever here in Massachusetts, with a tenth and likely many more before us. The first 8 weeks did not leave me a lot of time for contemplation, as I highlighted in…
Dismantling Idols
Dismantling Idols The iPhone has a feature on it called Screen Time, which allows users to obtain daily and weekly reports on their phone usage (and other apple screens if one adjusts the settings). Details emerge such as: time spent…
2018: Heal
Off and on through the course of the last couple of years, I’ve taken on the task of choosing a word on which to focus for the coming year. I can’t remember them all, or even very many of them,…
All The Things That Are True, Episode 0
“Every time you tell the truth it clears the way for other people to tell the truth.” Glennon Doyle said this in her Super Soul Sunday interview with Oprah Winfrey, and it hit me so deeply I texted it to…
Lent, and What I’m Setting Aside.
Lent, the Christian observation period before Easter, which is 40 days, give or take—and not including Sundays—is upon us. It commences with Ash Wednesday which, this year, falls on March 1st, and will end on Easter Sunday, April 16th Lent…
Church, We’re Divorcing
Church, We’re Divorcing I sat down to write this post a couple of months ago—a couple of years ago—but didn’t have enough information. Or nearly enough healing. Because no one really talks about it; the shame is too great and…
The Compassion of the Christ
I’m glad I took an extra day before writing this. Because the sermon yesterday was on compassion, which is the root of what I experienced on Saturday. Merriam-Webster calls compassion, “consciousness of others’ distress together with a desire to alleviate it….
Atlantic City and Visions for the Future
I hate tunnels. Whether they’re through a mountain, under water (the absolute worst), or the figurative lesson-learning kind–I hate them. They’re scary and suffocating. I spend time equally between keeping my head down and eyes squeezed shut, and craning my…
