Trigger Warning: Mention of sexual assault and suicidal ideation *** I was born needing to be fixed. They didn’t have the fancy ultrasounds forty-some years ago, so I came out bloody and ready to breathe life into the world—except I could barely breathe. I was born disfigured; my lip was attached to the bottom of […]
When You Trust The Struggle (And Not The Work)
by on November 11, 2019 Leave a Comment
Remembrance Day was this week and here in Canada we wear poppies purchased from veteran groups to show support. I’ve had one pinned to my shirt at work all week. Yesterday I must have pinned it on differently because every time I went to answer the phone I stabbed myself in the arm with the […]
Layers of Story
by on October 30, 2019 Leave a Comment
I live in an old stone house. Its massive limestone walls so thick one can sit in the windowsills, cross legged. It has two front doors which no one can seem to explain except maybe for the fact that we all have two doors for entering our interiors and this house is just as alive […]
Decolonization Is The Boldest Love Letter I Can Write
by on October 17, 2019 Leave a Comment
To accept the divine invitation to decolonize is to commit to writing the boldest love letter yet. But you won’t realize this for a while. At first you will feel your spirit brewing a dangerous cocktail of rage and lament. There is so much brokenness around you—in your neighborhood, in your community, in your newsfeed, […]
Coming Undone
by on October 9, 2019 Leave a Comment
A couple of Christmases ago, one of my daughters gave me a fun gift—a small, gray corrugated board-in-a-frame with a set of white letters and numbers that can be snapped into place to make words or short phrases. I quickly sorted through the alphabet and experimented with several different messages to mount on that little […]
