My grandma attended the same church for over 40 years. She was faithful and dedicated, volunteering, contributing, and always ready to listen. I don’t know how many pastors she saw through the years, but I do know she liked some better than others. Though she never unpacked sermons the way I like to, a comment […]
I Remember Her as a Young Miriam
by on May 6, 2019 Leave a Comment
This past weekend, we lost a sister. Rachel Held Evans was a woman of valor. My thoughts went to Exodus—as they often do these days. // A woman stands near the reeds, holding a baby boy. She lives on the right side of the Nile, under Pharaoh’s roof and patriarchal purview. The boy cries out. […]
Welcome To The Brave, New, World
by on March 27, 2019 Leave a Comment
Dear Leah, In two months, everything will change. You will pack your bags, move across the country and into a small apartment to live with your partner (who you will then call husband) and his two cats. You will look for a new job. You will hunt for a grocery store that you like, and […]
When Those People Become My People
by on March 20, 2019 1 Comment
A quick Google search defines the word they as a pronoun “referring to two more people previously mentioned or easily defined.” It’s my experience that no one group of people is easily defined but, oh, we still like to try. We tuck people away into groups of them and those people, defining those groups as […]
Self-Harm Is Not A Joke
by on March 11, 2019 Leave a Comment
By Mallory Ellington | Twitter: @malloryruth39 TRIGGER WARNING: Self-harm and suicide Sometimes I forget that I used to hurt myself. I forget about the deep internal pain that led me to inflict pain on my own flesh. But I did hurt myself, and honestly, I still sometimes think about hurting myself. It is simply a part […]
