The Injured Body

By: Martha Tatarnic I have spent the better part of my thirties on a runner’s high. In a decade jam-packed with family and work responsibilities, running has become the “Big Marble” that has to go into the jar first in order for all of the other marbles to fit. And while, as a Christian leader, […]

The Prophetic Period

Gurgle. Rumble. Ooze. Bloat. Expand. Bleed. Weep. Feelings. All of it. Too much of it.   Chocolate. Ibuprofen. Netflix. More Chocolate. Rinse and repeat. Menstruation is no fun. The first few days are terrible. The pain is dull yet overpowering. The emotions burn with fury. I have a routine. I cancel all non-emergency plans, buy […]

Walking Through My Own Stations of Grief

I In January, I went to Mexico on a family vacation. It was the first time my kids had ever been on a plane and the first time any of us had stepped foot on an all-inclusive resort. What luxury—this life of sunshine, ocean waves and beach-side beverage service. This trip was a Christmas gift […]

Fighting Fire With Love

Each week during the winter months of the year just past, our Confirmation students would arrive, shivering in the central California coolness, for our very early 8:45 a.m. Sunday classes. My husband would gather wood from a nearby pile and light a fire in the lovely fireplace in our gathering space. One by one, the girls […]

Casserole Not Required

He showed up mere hours after finding out what happened. It was Easter Sunday. The sun had already set, sealing what had officially been the worst 24 hours of our lives. I saw his familiar truck pull into the drive, crackling slowly over the gravel. The headlights illuminated our ragged selves, huddled around a massive […]