a manifesto for courageous authenticity
As my faith has grown, changed, expanded, and, I believe, matured, one of the most significant discomforts I’ve experienced has been with language. Do you dare to enter the tangled thought web that is my mind? Come along, brave soul. The word “deconstruction” carries baggage for me. I would never use that word to describe what has happened with my…
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I began journaling in my teens. It was always something we’d been encouraged to do by my mom growing up, but the practice didn’t grow beyond “Dear Diary” into something more substantial until I was nineteen years old. On the doorstep of adulthood, living solo across the ocean, and with my first true heartbreak in the books, I began needing…
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I’ve been disgusted with humanity in the last year or two; with individuals, with groups, with organizations. There have been some major collisions that have caused me to experience soul concussions, and then many other bumps in varying degrees of severity that, as with a concussion, have actually been more dangerous than the original blow. I don’t like it. I…
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In my corner of the world, flourishing gardens are a bold, lofty, and often, unrealistic idea. Because, deer. I’ve essentially given up on the flower gardens that surround our home. There are approximately four varieties of plants that the deer won’t eat, and so, that is what I grow. A whole garden filled with boxwoods, lavender, and geranium-based plants. But…
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A couple of mornings ago, I picked up my daughter’s backpack to move it from one room to another. I was shocked at the weight of it. For interest’s sake, I decided to see how much it actually weighed. First I weighed myself (and cringed, because quarantine baking and daily drinks are catching up with me). Then I put the backpack…
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