Standing Up to Our Pharaohs

Sometimes I lose myself in fall and not in a wistful, dreamy way. In a soul-draining, 40-years-in-the-wilderness, passionless sort of lost way. Then there’s the time between fall and winter—the In-Between Time. The time between the busyness of routine and the stillness that snow and cold and the holiness of Christmas brings. The time when […]

My Current Shape Is Worthy

[Trigger warning: Mention of disordered eating and controlling behavior.] By Fritha Washington I’ve always had a fractured, troublesome relationship with food. My mum was anorexic and my dad loves to eat–I grew up in a home where food was simultaneously worshiped and reviled. My slimmer sister stopped having periods and this was viewed as an […]

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, […]

Was it the V-Neck?

At the tender age of six, I was involved in a tense confrontation. My family and I were leaving the sanctuary of our small, Mennonite Brethren church, when an older gentleman remarked on what beautiful hair I had. He used the German phrase—schönes Haar—and stretched out his hand to touch my thick, dark hair. As […]

I Need a Mother God

Right now, I need a Mother God. I have three, four, maybe even five mothers. One birthed me, raised me and gave me a place of Love from which I could be released into the world. She has surrendered me to God and the work in the world I feel compelled to do. She has […]