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When a Baby Means War
It’s the time of year when I’m forced to think of Jesus not as a grown man dying on a Roman cross or as an intercessor pleading my sorry case at the heavenly throne but as a newborn. Images and …...
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Once More Up the Hill
Heavy, I trudge Once more up the hill Where my knees sink deep Into soil stained rich By streams of scarlet grace.
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We are the Queer. We are the Whore.
If you have no inclination to hear punk music or to consider the realities of a screwed up nation, then I cannot recommend against NOFX’s The Decline EP strongly enough– it would be far too jolting....
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Light Out of Darkness
We set up camp for the evening– beach chairs and my parents’ threadbare comforter, boogie boards and amateur sculpting tools, coolers and canvas bags filled with dinner and late-night snacks and...
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Guest Post: “Grateful”
Today’s guest post comes from Shanda Sargent of The Upside Down Pastor’s Wife. Shanda is an all-around beautiful woman, always offering encouragement and love. Her raw honesty and humble words here...
View ArticleThe Man Who Mattered Most
Author’s Note: It is never my intention to use my writing to hurt another person, and the decision to write and publish this poem was not one that I came to easily. My father and I had a difficult...
View ArticleTaking Back Buffet, Part 2
A little while ago I wrote a story of hurt and hope. Today I am writing a story of healing. I was shuttling the kids to their after-school activities when “Margaritaville” came on the radio. Not only...
View ArticleFraudulent Me
Sometimes I think it’s just a matter of time before everyone realizes I’m a total fraud. I know I have a good show going on where I look like a decent mom, a semi-intelligent writer, and at least a...
View ArticleGrace As We Know It
My parents and I were talking after dinner– the kids were all in bed, the chaos of the day tucked away with them, and we were enjoying full glasses of wine and each other. My mom mentioned a line she...
View ArticleApology/Apologetics
An email regarding my last post has forced me to make two of my least favorite admissions: 1.) I was wrong, and 2.) I am worthwhile. In that post, I said I would state facts about what had been...
View ArticleGod Loves You, Fatass
For the past several days I have been engaged in a rigorous battle for my self-esteem with Facebook Ads. Apparently they cull the information on your profile and posts in order to tailor ads to your...
View ArticleBread and Wine
I brought a particular sin with me to church on Sunday, like a little delicacy tucked into my cute straw bag. It was one that had been enticing me with its aroma for a few days, one that I always think...
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