Struck: An essay with all the feelings

Somewhere between the hummus and the black beans at Safeway, my brain convinced me I was dying. I know this sounds like hyperbole, but I'm actually serious.  The rational part of me kicked in fairly quickly and talked me down to possibly dying, probably vomiting, maybe passing out somewhere near the bakery. It's been a... Continue Reading →

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Thin Places

I had never heard the phrase "thin places" until recently. I was talking with an acquaintance, who was describing a beautiful, magical place she visited in the mountains where she had something of a spiritual experience. "It was one of those thin places," she said. "You know?" I didn't know, but I pretended I did.... Continue Reading →

On Faith: Hitting the Light

Last week, I attended a retreat - "Courage to Lead for Young Leaders and Activists" - with Parker Palmer and his organization, "Center for Courage and Renewal." I feel this desire -- and something of a pressure -- to write about it. People keep asking me, "how was your trip?," "how was the retreat?," "what... Continue Reading →

Name This

Name This I have always been precise in my naming. I want the just-right word at the just-right time: I wield the power of my wording like a weapon. Verbing nouns, changing phrases to make them new and surprising, I move to the matters of soul heart-clenchingly quickly-- hold on, y'all. This is how things... Continue Reading →

Revolutionary Love

This week, I've been thinking about revolutionary love. The first time I remember hearing a call to revolutionary love, I was 18 and I was volunteering at an after-school program in Baltimore City. The school consisted of 97% black students, and it was falling down. There was lead in the pipes. The paint was chipping... Continue Reading →

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