I love to fly. I love the feeling of heading off to an airport, ripe with possibilities. I love the feeling of boarding on an airplane, except of course when boarding outside in the snow, in 2 degrees Farenheight. Even though most of the world flies, it makes me feel ‘special,’ ‘privileged.’ I love the mere idea of going some where new, imagine how much I love actually doing it. I love the window seat. I practically hug the window.... Read more
I’m honored to welcome Minister Ken Pettigrew to my blog in his second guest post here. Ken is a gifted man of God with a heart of gold. He’s a man of passion and an amazing thinker. He’s given us a beautiful gift of vulnerability in this post. (Thank you so much, Ken)! This is a brotha to respect. His post today is kicking off a series of guests post over the next couple of months on the theme... Read more
Do you love little warrior girl stories? I do. My life-long next door neighbor, Jerald had a decrepit garage. His Dad worked on cars night and day, often filling every available inch of land they owned with cars & parts. Visible from our backyard, their garage was 20 yards away and appeared to be a garish set from a Friday the 13th film. The side we saw clearly from our picturesque yard in which Ma spent hours gardening, was a... Read more
Today, I’m guest posting over at the lovely Sarah Bessey’s blog on why I shared a deeply personal and mortifyingly honest story in the new anthology, Talking Taboo: American Christian Women Get Frank about Faith. I hope that ANY reader of mine knows that I understand community and vulnerability to be a key tenet of mutual healing. I wrote this for the broken woman. If all I have to offer is vulnerability and a sense of community, I offer it. //// Last... Read more
Truth feels like it’s not so easy to come by these days. Not from the new people in my life, the one’s whose motives I’m constantly questioning. Certainly not from Twitter, Vaguebooking and the cynicism of the interwebs. Nowadays, I feel like I have to know someone -living, breathing in my face- for me to feel that I know their truth. Do you ever consider the ways the internet allows us to curate? I try, try, try to tell my... Read more
I have nightmares. I can gauge the rawness of the dream by how long it takes to feel like my normal self again. A garish nightmare will take days, maybe even a week to work through. A bad nightmare may take half a day at least. A bad dream, maybe 2-4 hours. Something someone else may articulate as merely a “weird” dream takes 15-20 minutes post waking time to come down from. Right after I got married the garish dreams... Read more
I read my friend, Sarah Bessey’s beautiful words’s the other day and wept. Ten minutes later I’d written the following response. //// “I’m the one who gets on your nerves, the one you wish would go away, I know. Maybe I embarrass you. Maybe I worry you. Maybe I anger you. Maybe it’s a bit of insecurity? jealousy? fear? Or maybe, just maybe, you’re afraid of people like me.” -Sarah Bessey I too, feel this tension when I find out... Read more
I’m considering taking a month long break from blogging and t.v. watching AND book reading. IF I took this plunge, it would be for one purpose alone and most of you know what that purpose would be: Detroit’s Daughter. I have a great friend in my Mastermind Group. She made a movie. She’s in post production and often I’ve said to her “how do you do it? HOW? HOW for CRYING out LOUD, HOW?” Not only because she wrote, directed and... Read more
The hubz & I are going through a 12 week marriage seminar. I did not want to go. It was going to be hard work. It was going to require all the communications-of-horror. It was going to give me headaches. It was going to rip my hair out and hang me upside down by my pony tails. But then it ended up giving us mutual language by which to discuss our issues. Also, depression. I can appreciate any study that... Read more
I swear now. I haven’t always swore. I started swearing more -in jest- when I started Seminary and met a more liberal Christian than I’d been used to. But it’s been the past two years that kicked it up a notch. It wasn’t a big deal until I started being more free with my choice words online. Today, I’m linking up with Bethany Suckrow’s Explicit Realities, Explicit Language post about how she was confronted on behalf of my language. “That’s... Read more
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