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 […]

Liberate Me from Body Shame

The first time I felt body shame, I was ten years old. It felt white hot, like swallowing a burning coal and feeling it slowly sink and settle in my stomach. Someone told me it was time for me to start watching what I ate, because I was getting chubby. Embarrassment flamed my cheeks. Am […]

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 […]

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 […]

Liberating Hagar

Hagar gets the short end of the stick. Sunday School lessons describe her position as a servant, waiting hand and foot on Abraham and Sarah in Canaan. When barrenness got the best of Sarah, she eyed Hagar who was ripe for the picking. So she sent the servant into Abraham’s tent. This is how Ishmael, […]