Sweaty, Exhausting Peace

I stare at the black metal bar above me. It looks a mile away. I need to jump to reach it. Just the thought of stretching my arms above my head makes my shoulders ache. They’re still sore from two days ago. I steal a glance at the clock, and watch the seconds tick methodically […]

Dear White Supremacist

Dear White Supremacist, Do you think we would ever sit at a table and share a meal together? Would we ever share our stories, fears, thoughts and opinions with each other? Would we look into each other’s eyes, and see our own reflections? Do we belong to each other? I’ve been wondering this for a […]

No Bows, Please!

By Sara Terry Every Tuesday morning in Nashville, TN, a group of women gathered in an old, poorly-insulated house on Music Row. We stumbled in with bedhead and morning breath, burned our mouths on the coffee because we needed the caffeine, and settled into well-loved couches. We were the Nashville YoungLife Book Study, led by […]

When Breathing is Listening

A few years ago, I participated in a workshop about active listening. I assumed I was a good listener—I’m attentive, I look people in the eye, I nod along, acknowledging our shared experience. What I did not realize is that this is not, in fact, active listening. Our guide paired us off and we sat […]

When Sex Isn’t Magical

by Anonymous I carefully string the beads on a wisp of fishing wire. They’re clear blue, about ten of them. Then I thread the letters: T-R-U-E L-O-V-E W-A-I-T-S. More blue beads. I tie it round my wrist, feeling accomplished. This will fix everything. / / / / I came of age in the late nineties. […]