I have a vivid memory of a popular 8th grade girl chasing me into the bathroom after I had done something (I don’t remember what) to offend her during gym class. That memory of me cowering in a locked stall...
Waking up in the mornings has always been a terrible experience for me. Particularly in the winter, the process of wrenching myself out of bed before it is even light feels offensive, violent, and wrong...
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.
Carmen Acevedo Butcher takes us on a journey of self-examination, drawing a path through our imperfections from identification to acceptance to thanksgiving.
I have had the conversation hundreds of times. A fellow academic asks me what my field is and then follows up with the inevitable question: “Are you faculty?” Off campus, the question takes a slightly different...
I’ve been a social justice warrior since midway through the first grade. The “new girl” in my class, who also happened to be blind, was unable to participate in our lunchtime kickball game...