“Don’t let male spirituality determine your spirituality.” The words leapt off the page as I sat in the crowd at a spiritual formation retreat for InterVarsity women staff. Julie Anderton, a spiritual director, had passed out an outline...
Since my early twenties, I’ve gotten migraines. It is hard for me to describe them without sounding dramatic. They are, in actuality, a little dramatic. And they have shaped me, my life, my family, and my view of God.
At the church I’ve joined this year, my pastor includes in her closing benediction, just before the words, “go in peace,” a direct and calm command to us: “Be not afraid.” She pauses a little each Sunday...
This summer, we watched and waited as our garden unfurled. Andrew and I are renting a house that only recently became a rental, and the people who owned it and lived in it before us left a beautiful batch of perennials...
This past summer, after taking five months off to be with my newborn, I went back to work. My department chair was, I think, trying to do me a solid, and he assigned me to teach two online classes. This made my days completely flexible...
A few years ago I had to decide whether or not to be tested for a genetic disorder, a choice that for me came down to whether or not I would live in fear. I remember putting it to an agnostic friend that way as I parsed through the decision...
