I Have a Responsibility to the Stories Gifted to Me

Last month, I went to Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan with nine other women from SheLoves to participate in the Atamiskakewak National Gathering. The gathering brought together indigenous and non-indigenous peoples to learn and talk together about the Truth and Reconciliation Commission and its 94 Calls to Action. My goal for the week was to listen. For […]

An Ocean Loud Enough to Hold My Grief

I had saved my pennies for months. I said no to as many coffees as I could and finally boarded the plane to the Pacific Northwest. To Portland. To my baby sister. She was holding space for me to grieve. I needed space to heal. I needed to feel the oxygen from the trees release […]

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and I were going through the pre-marital course at church about a million years ago, we had to sit through a series of outdated and awkward videos.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 […]

Confessions of a White Ally

A good writer zips the reader into their skin, according to Memoirist Mary Karr. A good Christian zips herself into the skin of others. As a white woman researching race, ethnicity and white privilege in the United States, I thought I was doing this—learning empathy, increasing compassion. I read the books, listened to podcasts, shared […]

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 […]