November 1, 2017

{DISCLAIMER: These reflections are solely my reflections from my journey as a Potawatomi woman. They do not reflect the journey or stories of every indigenous person, and it should not be assumed that every indigenous person has the same experiences. Thank you for joining me here. May we grow toward unity together.} It’s Native American Heritage Month! Join me for daily reflections throughout this month. Today, I’m sharing about the 7 Grandfather Teachings. In the Potawatomi/Anishinaabe tribe, we’re taught of... Read more

October 9, 2017

  Step out and beyond. There are invisible realities in the world, stories the history books cannot tell us. Put your bare foot into the water of a river or a lake and let it remind you– there are unspoken histories that can only be honored, felt, often misunderstood. Because so many of us walk around with invisible prison bars around us. We are bound by our currencies, our schedules, our loud voices and un-listening ears. Do you wat to... Read more

October 4, 2017

  We go to an Anglican church now. Every Sunday, worship is infused with the words of the Bible, with singing, with teaching and listening. And lately, it’s become apparent to me that I’ve really been avoiding the Bible, this book that stood at the front of everything my entire childhood. In college and in the years following, the images given to me of God, of Jesus, of the Bible, crumbled along with the patriarchal lens through which I saw... Read more

September 25, 2017

Work: activity done to achieve a purpose or result Being: existence I write these words from the kitchen floor of our family’s three-bedroom house. My two children are in the room next to me, and I’m thinking about our day today, about what work needs to be done, about how we can be together. Working and being are things that often rub each other the wrong way, at least in American culture. We say work is the thing that gets... Read more

September 18, 2017

When power and privilege make our decisions and control our actions, sometimes our good intentions fail us and fail those we push our intentions upon. Read more

August 15, 2017

Sisters, I want you to know how strong you are. Growing up in the church, we learn things about ourselves— How to be modest and virtuous, how to have a steady quiet time, how to be the best future wife we can be. It’s not often said, “Ladies, you do hard things. You are strong.” Instead, we often don’t even realize what’s being told to us— That our place is in the home, that we are only as strong as... Read more

August 3, 2017

  Then he took a loaf of bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and gave it to them, saying, “This is my body, which is given for you. Do this in remembrance of me.” And he did the same with the cup after supper, saying, “This cup that is poured out for you is the new covenant in my blood.” –Luke 22   If you’ve heard this story as many times as I have, the events of... Read more

July 18, 2017

  [I wrote this poem on a Friday afternoon, laying in my tent looking up at the trees through the screen door to the Smoky Mountains surrounding the campsite. I wrote it as I listened to my children playing with Legos beside me, as I remembered that through our ancestors, we learn how we belong to one another. I shared this poem in the OPEN Network tent on Saturday afternoon of the Wild Goose Festival.]   The God of our... Read more

July 6, 2017

transform: to make it through a dramatic change in appearance or character.  On the very first day, God transformed nothing into Something. Something good. A world, a universe, an existence, created to flourish, bear fruit, live. God created people to live in that flourishing, and just to help us understand our own promise to transform, we watched leaves fall from trees, flowers die and blossom again. Transformation was the very metaphor of our laboring, our living, our enduring. It was... Read more

June 20, 2017

Taste and see that the Lord is good. This word is not for the faint of heart. It is for the ones who have been through something. It is for those who have had reasons to think that life is not good, Those whose senses are blurred, who cannot see or hear or taste, who are broken and afraid, those who are struggling but know– at the end of the day, there is always a sunset. And when the morning comes, the sun... Read more


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