Speaking Fear, Praying Shalom

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We’re stomping in the sludge on our walk to the bus stop. Every so often, the boys slide on the ice while my daughter clings to my coat for dear life. I call to them, …

Culture

March 19 2014

In Which I Grow Wings

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We were either 20 or 21, the years run together now. We may have been 21 because I remember the tattoo artist offering a bottle of Heineken to help with the pain, and I actually …

When the abused becomes the abuser

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I. I know this fear intimately.  Its shadow creeps through my nightmares: will I become what I hate? Will I repeat the cycle of abuse? Will the abused become the abuser? It requires constant vigilance, a …

Culture

March 17 2014

A God with Teeth

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I never sat in a church and heard the pastor say, “You should quit your job and move to the woods and try to grow your own food.” I did it anyway. I never had a pastor …

Culture

March 14 2014

called by a new name

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  You are too much to handle. You are loud. My eyes widen and jaw locks at the same time, one from the shock, the second because I’ve been told this my whole life by boys who tug …

Family

March 13 2014

Muscle Memories

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My son has been begging for karate lessons for months, and we agreed that it would be better for him to actually learn than just make up his own moves on his sisters. We got …

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