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My Hidden Figure

[Trigger warning: Mention of sexual abuse.] I don’t think there has ever been a time in my life that I have not been uncomfortable in my own body. It wasn’t until my thirties when I awoke one night in sheer terror, my gentle, kind husband startled beside me, crying out in anguish at the memories that were suddenly released into my consciousness about the abuse I endured … [Read More]

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You Are Not Alone in Mental Illness

I was bullied, from Grade 6 through to the middle of Grade 11. There was a group of guys who made it their mission to make my life hell. They told me I was ugly and … [Read More]

I’m Not Fine

I gave up self-sufficiency for Lent. I didn’t really want to, but I felt like I didn’t have much of a choice. This semester has come on full speed ahead. A few days … [Read More]

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I Am Undone

In my therapy session this week (yes, I talk to a therapist every week and have done so for 25 years), the word that emerged was: undone. Exactly right. The … [Read More]

I Can’t Rub My Brown Away

It's hard to stay hidden when you’re the only brown girl in the room. I can’t slip into the background and hope no one notices me. I can’t rub my skin color away … [Read More]

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The Red Couch: Original Blessing Discussion

"The gospel is not a story of us being separated by sin from God. It's the story of a God who is so faithfully for us and intent on being with us that God became human to help us embody the wholeness and fullness of life we've been made for. It's not a story … [Read More]

Everybody’s Got a Mailbox

I actually have a photo of six-year-old me on February 14. My dark hair is pulled into two pigtails, each adorned with a lacy bow. I am wearing a white turtleneck with pink cupids dancing along the frills at the shoulder. I am beaming, because it is my … [Read More]

Finding My Way Back to the Beginning

By Stefanie Norlin | Twitter: @stefanienorlin The summer after fourth grade, my best friend Juliana and I decided to conduct an experiment.  Standing on stools in my mother’s kitchen, we held cold eggs in one hand and punctured the tops and bottoms of them … [Read More]

The Sacred Rhythm of Public & Private Life

I’ve been discouraged the past few weeks. Seattle has to be one of the most dreary places to live in the middle of winter. We’ve been in the thick of incessant rain, gray clouds, and short days. The weather has been frustrating, but mainly, I’ve felt … [Read More]

It’s Time to Hide My Hashtags

Where does the time go? Mostly, my smartphone steals mine. Months ago, I downloaded a simple app to put limits on the time I spend on my phone. I used it for a week, and then gave up. What I didn’t realize was that the app continued tracking my phone usage—for … [Read More]

A Cup of Coffee and a Piece of Hope

By Carolina Hinojosa-Cisneros | Twitter: @CisnerosCafe I watched the homeless boy come in to our church cafe, his hoodie too big for his small frame, his shoes worn, his curly hair piled under a baseball cap. I served him a cup of coffee; he added sugar, … [Read More]

Jazz Hands and All the Ways I Feel Powerful

Last summer, I went to a reunion of sorts. We gathered in the glistening kitchen of someone I’ve known since high school, drinking margaritas. I met all of the people there decades ago at my church, though we don’t all see each other as often any more. Still, … [Read More]

Hidden Identity

As an adopted person I’ve lived with the reality of a hidden history. My origin story remains unknown to me, sealed by a court order for almost 50 years now. I know little about my mother—just that she was Mexican and an accountant at the time of my birth. … [Read More]

From Hidden to Risen

“Quiz me on this rock,” he said, holding up a bone-colored, jagged- edge stone. I could almost see his words of response at the edge of his lips, ready. My nine-year old has always been excited about geology. Any mention from me is all it takes to open the … [Read More]

Learning Leads to Action

After weeks of temperate weather, we woke up the morning of Martin Luther King, Jr day to snow and temperatures well below freezing. I debated canceling our plans to attend the march. It seemed like a lot of effort to bundle up my two girls, find parking, … [Read More]

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