I Looked for Joy in the Wrong Place

I thought it was gone, but it turns out, I was just looking for it in the wrong place. Four years ago, when my dad died, everything changed. I’m not just speaking in the metaphoric sense that everything changed in grief, but in the very real, physical sense that everything in our wee Forbes world […]

If Justice Isn’t the Key to Healing, Then What Is?

In November of 1984, I was eight years old. I remember walking home from school, with the crunch of snow beneath my feet and the sun sinking quickly in the early winter sky. Making the way home seemed ominous and full of danger. It wasn’t just the darkening woods or the long stretch of busy […]

Though My Voice Shakes

I’m going to let you in on a little secret: 95% of the time I feel entirely unqualified for the life I’m living. I have an incomplete Political Science/Literature degree. I dropped out of Bible school, I’ve spent the majority of the last 18 years as a stay-at-home mom and pretty much everything I know, […]

Social Justice Disrupts our Nice Christian Lives

Recently, in a conversation with someone about social justice and the church, I was told this: “Justice is incidental to the gospel.” I was dumbfounded. I’m a pretty smart woman and if that word, incidental, means what I think it means, then I just discovered a very wide chasm between my understanding of the gospel […]

Walking Through My Own Stations of Grief

I In January, I went to Mexico on a family vacation. It was the first time my kids had ever been on a plane and the first time any of us had stepped foot on an all-inclusive resort. What luxury—this life of sunshine, ocean waves and beach-side beverage service. This trip was a Christmas gift […]