The Song of Slow

S_Holly

I don’t remember much about my Meme, my mother’s mother. Most of what I do remember is wrapped in a foggy veil of sounds and smells. Dove soap. The buzzing of cicadas. Creamed-corn. The whir of an oscillating fan. The heavy scent of pine straw and fig trees. And, perhaps, most distinct—the steady and rhythmic ticking […]

Heavy Boy, Light Girl

S_Cindy

I overheard a girl, upper elementary, medium length jet black hair. In Chinese she asks her mother, “What does it mean to be ‘heavy-boy-light-girl?’” I winced and turned my head, unwilling to look into the eyes of an innocent child while her mother explained. “Heavy-boy-light-girl” is a Chinese proverb to encapsulate the worldview that men […]

My Big, Loud, Dreamy Marriage

J_Osheta

The first two years of my marriage were loud. Reverberating slams. Stomping away. Disgusted voices. Angry silences. More than once, I wondered if my dad was right. Did I marry too soon? Did I marry the wrong person? Did I make a horrible, horrible mistake? In the sweet moments, the quiet cuddling moments, we’d apologize […]

When Theology Is Like Poetry

J_Lisha

As a young girl I’d imagine what life would be like in a mosque. I wanted to touch a prayer rug, smooth my hands over the knee worn familiar weft and, in holy adoration, bring my petitions before a God who would refuse me—if I didn’t get it right. I wanted to know what it […]

The Practice of Being Ourselves

J_Cindy

“Mom, can I watch Youtube?” “Mom, can I have a snack?” “Mom, can I buy this book?” My children are constantly asking me for permission to do just about everything in their routines. Mostly, it’s just out of habit. “Mom, can I go to the bathroom?” Um, yes, yes, please do, and really, you don’t […]