It is My Place to Believe in the Church

I grew up in the church. I spent Sunday upon Sunday sitting in the first third of the pews, staring up at the stained glass tree of life, while dutifully taking notes, just in case anyone took notice and needed confirmation that I was, indeed, a pastor’s kid. I looked out at those velvety pews […]

The Darkest Day

It’s always darkest before the dawn, at least, that’s what they tell me— “Each new day brings resurrection.” But to get there, we must always move through the dark. There are gifts to be found in darkness. That, too, is true: Rest, coolness, quiet. But terrors hide out in its creases and folds, ever ready […]

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 […]

I Am Métis (Part II)

I am Metis. I practice saying these words to myself. Often. Still. I look at my fair skin and my grey eyes and my baby-fine, mousy-brown hair and I say the words. I close my eyes in my cluttered kitchen in my suburban home and picture the swaying grass on the banks of the Red […]