A Word to the Church After the Election.

    Elmina Castle is a popular tourist stop in the African country of Ghana, with a dark history. Elmina Castle was one of the biggest trading posts for slaves in the Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade centuries ago. It is estimated that over 30,000 slaves were held … [Read more...]

On the Season of Perpetual Hope.

Growing up in Eastern Europe, I spent a lot of time in old, Gothic churches dripping with concrete saints and steeples that spiraled endlessly up towards the sky. I’ve learned to squint and search for the sketches of faded frescoes tucked away behind the altar, and grown to love … [Read more...]

Soup From a Stone.

Today marks two years since Ian died. My parents wanted some time alone with him that Wednesday morning, and my hands trembled as I laced my tennis shoes and ran as hard and fast and long as I could—I didn’t know what else to do. What do you do when your little brother is … [Read more...]

Hope Moves.

Over the past 48 hours, we’ve debated, reposted, and used #butyouwanttotalkaboutleggings to sound the alarm on a host of issues that are making our stomachs churn and our hearts break. A community of women and men that want so much more than trivial debates have banded together, … [Read more...]

Our Father, Who Has Been in Hell.

My Daddy doesn’t cry. Growing up, I never saw him cry even once. Oh, his voice faltered for one tenuous moment while speaking at my sweet Grandpa’s funeral in the old church on Hubbard Street, but no tears fell. This is, in no small part, why I find it violently disturbing … [Read more...]

Mama Always Said…

I'd like you to meet my Mama. Her name is Cindy. She is feisty and sarcastic and ENTIRELY inappropriate. She makes a decadent chocolate cake that will change your whole entire life, and when I was little she religiously danced to Richard Simmons' Sweatin' to the Oldies work … [Read more...]