An Advent Prayer

Pausing to Say, “Thank You,” and “You’re Welcome!” We’re halfway there, Lord. Halfway. We’re walking through this season of waiting we call Advent, this season filled with songs in a minor key, and we’re grateful for it. More than many in recent memory, this particular Advent feels heavy, confusing, and terribly sad. The world around […]

What Did You Call Me?

My husband’s work takes him away all summer. For the better part of four months, I am the official fort-holder-downer. I wipe the bums, mow the lawn, fix the sink when it clogs, groggily navigate 3am bad dreams (why do they always happen then?), and referee every fight. The sun rises and sets on “Mommmmmmmmmy!!!!!!!” […]

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, […]