I Am A Well

When my husband and I were going through the pre-marital course at church about a million years ago, we had to sit through a series of outdated and awkward videos. There was one video, in particular, that we giggled all the way through. The elderly man in the video spent an hour comparing men and […]

I Carry All Their Stories In Me

My hands are his hands. They are the same shape as his and move like so – just like his did I marvel at the memory of this giant of a man, of this larger-than-life presence, of this proud and passionate man with these hands, these soft and gentle and determined hands. I carry him […]

When I Claim All of My Space

I’m a big gal. I’ve always been. I’ve not always loved this body, so I settled for ignoring it. I stopped thinking about my body. I stopped looking at it, feeling it, moving it, seeing it. I stopped living in my body and just lived through it–mostly, because I had no choice. I couldn’t get […]

This is My Pledge of Resistance

There is a church by the river in my city. It was once a cathedral, but now it is just three stone walls at the far end of a cemetery. Fire claimed the hand-carved pews, the ornate stained glass windows and the heavy timber beams long before I was born. The façade stands as a […]

Becoming

I wish I were, but I’m not. I wish I were wise and good and gentle and kind. I wish I were delightful and loving and caring. I wish I were calm and demure. I wish I were gracious and humble. I wish I were chill and even-keeled and steady. I wish I were forgiving […]