The Waters of Liberation

I’ve lived on the banks of a river that is the stuff of legends—those storied waters that cradled civilization and was the bridge between life and death for the ancients. It is obvious why Egypt is called “the gift of the Nile” once you spend a couple months in the sandy, dry heat. No life […]

Liberated from Fear

I wasn’t always afraid. After graduate school, I hopped on a plane to a village 60 kilometers outside of Prague where I lived for a year in a construction building and taught English as a Foreign Language at a local Gymnázium (high school). My roommate and I occupied two rooms in the construction building. The […]

Who Will Pluck My Chin Hairs?

My mom and I once made a solemn vow: If either of us is ever in a coma, we promise to pluck one another’s chin hairs. My petite, five-foot-tall mom once grew out a single hair to see how long it would get. The coarse black hair spiraled below her chin until my brother and […]

We Do Not Liberate Ourselves

We do not liberate ourselves.  No matter how deeply I pressed into liberation theories and practices these past few weeks, I reached the same conclusion. We cannot be our own agents of liberation. Liberation is the action taken up by an agent of change who often does not even realize their defiant disruption becomes the […]

Losing My Religion and Gaining a Granddaughter

By Rachelle Fehr A year ago today, I became a grandmother.   I had the privilege of being present for the birth and attending to my daughter through four days of labour followed by a difficult birth. I was the person who cut the cord and the first person to lay eyes on my sweet […]