I am the thing I was taught to hate

My brother tells me a joke that he and one of the pastor’s kids laugh about at youth group. “Let’s go get Christian t-shirts from Mardel’s and drink beer like the New Life Christians! Hahahahaha!” I don’t laugh. I feel the gut punch. Pause. “Do you know anyone from New Life Church? Have you ever metContinueContinue reading “I am the thing I was taught to hate”

Poem: Outside

The sun is shining over the flowers my grandfather planted. They’re still growing, long after he died in 1995. One of my goals for 2016 is to write a new spoken word poem every month. Here’s February’s poem. We can breathe again, out here in the open.Drink in lemonade sunlightbecause each one of us hasContinueContinue reading “Poem: Outside”

How gender roles affect discussion groups in churches

So I moved back to my hometown and I started going back to my very first church. I haven’t gone there since I was 10 years old, and there’s such a blending of nostalgia and the now, and it’s wonderful and healing for me. I feel safe in this place, so old and new allContinueContinue reading “How gender roles affect discussion groups in churches”

Being. A. Human. Is. Weird.

So, like, I just moved across the country and I’m trying to figure out my life. I feel like I’m about to go through another metamorphosis. Growth and grounding. Usually I blog about things I am certain of. But I have more questions than answers and sometimes… sometimes I just want to write about theContinueContinue reading “Being. A. Human. Is. Weird.”

The UnBoxing Project: Being an angel with a shotgun

Source: Konachan.com. Image links to source. Content note: domestic abuse, suicidal ideation, disordered eating Get out your guns, battle’s begun, are you a saint, or a sinner? If love’s a fight, then I shall die, with my heart on a trigger.  – The Cab, Angel with a Shotgun (Nightcore remix) “Eleanor, my best friend’s parentsContinueContinue reading “The UnBoxing Project: Being an angel with a shotgun”