Peeling Paint and Graveyards at Dusk

Today I pressure washed my front porch. As I washed away dirt and grime and cobwebs, I watched my cheap but plucky pressure washer strip away some already-peeling paint on the steps, revealing a dark green long covered up in white. It made me wonder what this house looked like before I bought it, before …

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God and a Woman

Last Advent, I was angry. As the #MeToo movement continued to grow, as I thought through my own #MeToo stories, as I grappled with the way the church did—or, more often, did not—respond, I was angry that I was being asked to celebrate a meek, obedient virgin. “Be it unto me,” we hear Mary say …

Here By Choice

“You’re a wicked woman, you know that? You’re a wicked woman!” “You know there’s a God. He’s full of mercy, but he’s also full of wrath.” “Shame on you, you wicked, pathetic woman. Wicked Jezebel feminist!” I was standing outside a health clinic, my way in blocked by a throng of protestors screaming these and …