I Wish We Were More Honest About Abuse

[Trigger warning: Conversation about abuse. ] Can we talk about a big clobber word? Abuse. Also, its derivatives: abusive and abuser. They’re ugly words, kind of like the word racist or rape. Be an abusive parent, and you might get your kids taken away, or, at the very least, be shamed and ostracized. Abuse is horrible, […]

She Looked Like Me

I was terrified the day we opened Mercy Canada. Years of sweat and a very healthy dose of tears had led up to this moment. I had planned events, managed finances, and organized teams of volunteers from a teensy, frigid portable while this home—this perfect home—was renovated from the studs up. I wrote Scripture on […]

TGIF: How I Made Peace with my Breasts in a Brothel

[TRIGGER WARNING] Sexual content. I. PREQUEL I’ve never understood the mass appeal of breasts. (Yes, mass appeal. I couldn’t resist.) My boobs first became problematic in 1992. They weren’t meaty enough to warrant a bra. And yet, there was enough there to make my chest look lumpy under a t-shirt. This is when my back permanently assumed […]

What Am I Willing To Do For Wholeness?

When my sister Katie was 22, she took a job as a preschool teacher at a Christian church. She laughed, blithely, as she told me about it in one of our sporadic phone calls. She was in charge of twenty three-year-olds for a full day. Most of her students had not been fully potty trained. […]

When Sisterhood Is A Mighty Wave

By Trudy Smith Summer, 2014: monsoon season in India. The autorickshaw speeds through snarls of traffic and past lush green parks as I look out at the gathering storm. The crowd of women and children converges under skies as dark and swollen as a bruise. I step out of the auto and join them moments […]