When You Trust The Struggle (And Not The Work)

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 […]

An Untidy Story of Grief

Several years ago, I lost a deeply important person in my life. He was quite literally here one day and gone the next. In the hours that followed, shock eventually gave way to a grief that pulsed like an open wound—raw, aching, excruciating to even the slightest touch. The faintest silver lining was that I […]

Dear Rachel, You Named Us Women of Valor

Rachel Held Evans named us.  In 2012, when The Year Of Biblical Womanhood was published, there was one particular gift in there that still echoes in my heart. Rachel Held Evans had found a blessing—not just for Jewish women on a Friday night, but for all women. She found an olam—an ancient way—built into Hebrew […]

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 […]

As the Anniversary of My Mom’s Death Approaches

The body remembers. It keeps tabs and intuits cycles. The doing the feeling the becoming all tangled together. Not unlike last year’s morning glory vines braided together, now brown from frost after frost after frost. Whose roots are plump with green, waiting while the light stretches long About a month before The date something shifts […]