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A Poem for Little Black Girls

By Rachel Meier  A note from Rachel's mother: My daughter is Congolese-Canadian. She is 12 1/2 years old and has been deeply affected by recent events in the United States. She was frustrated that we couldn’t attend the protest in Vancouver last night, but we watched the news footage of it and other protests around the world. This morning we discovered that her final writing … [Read More]

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Pave the Way, Freedom Fighters

Dear Freedom Fighters, The ones who are out on the streets and the ones who are demanding justice and accountability. We see you. We see your grief, your … [Read More]

Giving in to the Ache

It happened while sitting at the kitchen table yesterday morning. A buttery bloom of sunshine spread slowly across my left shoulder and I turned my head … [Read More]

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To Live in Easter

We celebrated Easter each in our own homes almost a month ago. Still, according to the church calendar it is Easter. There are years where I revel in the length of … [Read More]

Owning the Power of My Name 

By Lindiwe Mpofu | @bylimbo The meaning of my first name Lindiwe translates to “the one we have waited for.” My grandmother named me after my mother endured … [Read More]

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The Red Couch: Practice Listening; Practice Being Wrong

A Note from Red Couch Book Club Editor Annie Rim: The way we're engaging with books here at the Red Couch has changed this year––you can read more about these changes over here at What's Next for the Red Couch? Instead of an introduction and discussion post, … [Read More]

Still Walking Those Seven Miles

First came our stay-at-home orders. They went into effect in mid-March, right at the part of Lent when my forty-day practice felt less Draw-closer-to-Jesus and more Oh-no-I-forgot-to-practice-Lent! Our entire state was asked to give up friendships, gatherings, … [Read More]

A Letter to My Daughter—A Class of 2020 Graduate

To my high school graduate, Here we are, nearing the end of your senior year.  This is not how I imagined this year for you. It’s not even close to what I’d hoped it would be. I know you have watched class after class of seniors celebrate, make memories … [Read More]

Sisters in Mental Illness: Self Compassion in the Time of Covid-19

"Self-care naturally comes when we have a good relationship with ourselves and we have self-compassion." Covid-19 is shifting our worlds, and for many of us, it's also affecting our mental health. How can we care for our bodies and our minds? Are we being … [Read More]

Carrying an Unshared Trauma Together

There is something hauntingly intimate when you hold a secret between two people. Something that only the two of you know. A sacred knowing. What is it called, though, when the same secret is carried by millions? In 2012, I arrived through the gates of … [Read More]

Meeting Jesus in my Period: A Candid Conversation

Sometimes I get mad at Jesus for not having experienced menstruation. This is usually around the time when I get my period. Easy for you, I say to Jesus. You never had to deal with the feeling of being balled up in pain every month, like clockwork. You … [Read More]

Call Me a Dragon Lady (A Guide to Caring for Plants and Other Living Things)

  My dracaena plant has a soft scale infestation. I am just the tiniest bit anxious it is going to die. First off, a dracaena plant, often known as a dragon tree, looks a bit like a palm tree but is not one (yes, I am practically a scientist). I … [Read More]

Sisters In Mental Illness: When You Lose A Parent (featuring Olive Chan)

Trigger warning: Mention of postpartum depression and loss of a loved one. "Watching my dad die was sacred but it was traumatic. The process was so quick and it was traumatic. Having people who care about me sit and listen to the whole story and weep with … [Read More]

In Remembrance

We are cloistered now and I rarely know what day it is. The hours, the minutes, they keep folding over onto themselves. The days are all so quotidian but I’ll be damned if I am any more virtuous. I am woefully inept at navigating a … [Read More]

Your Fear Is Not A Sin

I am empty. Straight up. I don't have anything left to give—not to my family, or my workplace or here, in this space. I am drained, exhausted and done. And, if I were to ask, I bet you might say the same. These last couple of weeks have been unreal. Like, … [Read More]