For Those Who Worry

  I used to have a hard time calling myself a sinner. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe in sin. Conceptually, I’m on board. Sin is everything that separates me from God, from Love, from good and free relationships with self, creation, and other human beings. I see sin’s effects…
Why I Wrote White Picket Fences

Why I Wrote White Picket Fences

  One of the questions I get asked a lot about White Picket Fences: Turning toward Love in a World Divided by Privilege is why I wrote it. Why would I want to turn a mirror on my own privileged existence as an affluent, educated, white American woman? It’s a…
Why Instagram?

Why Instagram?

A few years ago, I stopped blogging. I had never been great on social media. I like to take time to think about things. (Which can be a liability—especially when small human beings are in crisis situations and I’m reflecting on the seriousness of the situation. Thankfully I have a…
Penny, 7th Grade

Penny, 7th Grade

  Everyone told me that seventh grade is just the worst. The nadir of self-consciousness and social awkwardness and everything horrible about tween-dom. And it may turn out to be that way. But that isn’t how it has begun. Penny started seventh grade a little over two weeks ago. She…
The Invitation to Confess

The Invitation to Confess

I shared this short thought on Facebook over the summer, but also wanted to share it here…. Historically speaking, I am not good at confessing sin. Here’s my problem: I’m a perfectionist. I don’t do very much that is wrong, objectively speaking. I follow rules. It makes me squirm inside…