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 O’Hare International Airport. Home. My feet had landed on US […]

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 never had to run to the nearest […]

I’ll Bring the Rum Cake

for H & K & Z I have to brake hard at the light, and my right arm shoots out to the seat beside me. I’m not protecting a person, or even a particularly breakable item. It’s a cake. Wrapped in foil, teetering precariously on the seat. My quick reflexes hold it in place. I […]

Still Learning Patience—A Letter to My Dad

Dear Dad, A few months ago, I pulled out the bible you gave me when I graduated high school. It was a hard cover, mottled brown NIV, the pages tearing away at the spine. It’s well-worn. It travelled with me from those first months of Bible college in the UK, through college and university days, […]

The Worst Best Day

I groggily blink a few times while my phone alarm softly chimes. I stretch my arms and legs as far as I can muster and then lie very still. I am waiting. Waiting for the voices that have shown up each morning without fail. They tell me to throw the covers over my head. To […]