The tides slowly wear away at the ragged and scraped edges where we tore ourselves out, and what is left behind is as smooth as breath.
The invisible woman
‘You said it was for the best if my soul remained hidden. . . . I believed you for a time.’
My bodily differences are part of my dignity and humanity.
Admitting I would benefit from using a scooter gave me the gift of freedom.
dear earth, / teach us to stand / like trees
Are you to serve / a bigger purpose with your resistance?
Faces of General Assembly
Photographs from the 2018 General Assembly of the Unitarian Universalist Association.
The unwanted gift of a new chair
Be present to other people as they are, not as you want them to be.
My tender places are a source of strength
Out of the blue, the 5-year-old turned to me and said matter-of-factly, ‘You’re fat.’
Meditations on justice and resilience
Selections from ‘To Wake, To Rise: Meditations on Justice and Resilience.’
Emptying my shoe
I can’t imagine where I’d be had I not found my Unitarian Universalist congregation.
Adjusting to new ringtones
Being responsive to shifts and changes—in justice work and beyond—is hard and crucial for Unitarian Universalists.