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A Dirt Path and the Beginning of Hope
by Bethany Suckrow Share on Facebook Retweet this When people saw my mother in those years, they remarked how healthy she looked, how strong, how not-sick. “You would never know she has terminal...
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Closing the Door on Hurtful Words
by Anne-Marie Heckt Share on Facebook Retweet this Lately I’ve been seeing a door in my mind, and it’s closed. I often hear from God through images, and this one surprised me. But it’s been so helpful....
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Says Who?
by Bronwyn Lea Share on Facebook Retweet this It’s a scene played out hundreds of times in the lives of little ones: The bossy command: “You aren’t allowed to do that.” The defiant sass: “SAYS WHO?” Of...
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What Is Your Wall?
by Claire De Boer Share on Facebook Retweet this The last two years have been, for me, the kind of years that change a person from the inside out. In 2014 I struggled through six months of clinical...
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I’m Going Back to School: There I Said It Out Loud
by Bethany Olsen Share on Facebook Retweet this I’m going back to school this summer. It’s hard to say that out loud, because it means it’s real, that I’m committing myself to it. Committing myself to...
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It’s the Detours that Tell the Story
by Diana Trautwein Share on Facebook Retweet this My entire adult life consists of a series of detours. Following my mother’s careful instructions, both verbal and non-verbal, I headed into adulthood...
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My Hair Journey: The Deepest Reclaiming of Soul
by Lisha Epperson I fell in love with natural hair in second grade. Traci wore her cotton candy clouds of hair woven into two soft braids. They criss-crossed at the nape of her neck. From my seat at a...
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Go Make the World Beautiful
by Megan Gahan It was a simple photo: a lap filled with art supplies. Fat little tubes of glossy paints, stiff brushes, and a stark white palette, just waiting to be muddied up with imagination. The...
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Sacred Pauses: Sabbath and Savasana
by sheloves By Sarah Henderson | Twitter: @sarahlowhen I’ve often heard yoga teachers say that savasana is the hardest yoga pose for many people to practice. This pose typically comes at the end of a...
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I am a Citizen of the World, So This IS My Fight
by Claire Colvin I started 2017 in silence. I caught a monster cold and lost my voice completely for the first two weeks of the year. I am a talkative person, and I felt the loss keenly. I started to...
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Big, Bold Change Starts With Baby Steps
by Diana Trautwein Bold is a great big word. It’s only four small letters, but oh, my! It brings such freight. I don’t use it often, to tell you the truth. About 90% of the time, my use of the term is...
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Our Daughters are Watching
by Nichole Forbes In February, I had the opportunity to attend Rise Up, Sister! in Chiliwack, BC. We spent four days sharing our stories and discussing issues of justice and equality and collectively...
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It’s Scary to Wear Jewelry
by Heather Caliri A necklace really shouldn’t cause anyone this much anxiety. I bought it from a friend selling those fabulous accessories made by women moving out of poverty. Cute jewelry + women’s...
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Permission Granted: Speak Life and Love
by sheloves By Sue Donaldson | Twitter: @welcomeheart As I prepared to attend my daughter’s Mother-Daughter Sorority weekend, I received this warning text: “Mom, just so you know, it will be an...
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When Sex Isn’t Magical
by sheloves by Anonymous I carefully string the beads on a wisp of fishing wire. They’re clear blue, about ten of them. Then I thread the letters: T-R-U-E L-O-V-E W-A-I-T-S. More blue beads. I tie it...
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The Fire
by sheloves by Beth Watkins | Twitter: @iambethwatkins I was still young when I learned of the fire. I grew up in its proximity, among others who were alight, and I was in love with everything about...
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Standing Up to Our Pharaohs
by Nichole Forbes Sometimes I lose myself in fall and not in a wistful, dreamy way. In a soul-draining, 40-years-in-the-wilderness, passionless sort of lost way. Then there’s the time between fall and...
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Cutting Bangs and Saying Yes
by Leah Abraham I let my friends cut my bangs last year. It wasn’t a cry for help or an emotional breakdown. Rather, I was complaining to my friends during a girls night out about how much I’ve always...
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For the Storyholders
by Megan Gahan I sit across from a woman I have just met. Several of us have gathered in a coffee shop on the other side of the country, all attendees of a large writing conference. A few have known...
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Redefining Terms
by Diana Trautwein When I was a little girl, faithfully attending Sunday school each week, we had a little saying that went like this: “Jesus, Others and You—that’s how you spell JOY.” I inhaled that...
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