Sometimes you fight. Sometimes you pray for peace.

It's been a rough week for many of us survivors of rape. Some of the responses to Joe Paterno's death (the one's that blantently stated that we should forget his role in enabling the rape of young boys in light of his awesome football legacy) had been fighting back panic attacks, tears, hate, and rage as I tried so hard not to let anger suck away all the joy and healing that I've managed to find over the past few years. Walking the line between a desire to love/forgive and a desire to live … [Read more...]

When I went to an Episcopal Church

Abe and I didn't know much about the Episcopal Church when we went there yesterday morning, which led to some awkwardness--like having to fumble with that prayer kneeling thingy (does anyone know the official name?) on the backs of all the pews. Or like when Abe, used to Catholic communion, ate his wafer before the cup was passed to him and had nothing to dip into the wine. But it was a good experience anyway. In fact, even though the service started at 10 am (and, those who know me know that … [Read more...]


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