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What would help me keep my big mouth shut?

The subtitle for my blog -- as well as much of my writing -- is inspired by the lyrics of Birds, by The Collection .  Their music is inspiring, and life-affirming, and has gone a long way to restore things like my love for music, my faith, and my will to live.  You should really go … Continue reading What would help me keep my big mouth shut?

10 Things NOT to Say When a Pastor is Revealed as a Sexual Predator

(unless you want to further hurt victims and be a jerk, in which case, go right ahead) When a pastor/preacher/ministry leader is revealed to be a sexual predator, there is one response.  ONE.  It is a response of heartbreak and grief for the victims.  It is a response of belief, of support, of appropriate systems for … Continue reading 10 Things NOT to Say When a Pastor is Revealed as a Sexual Predator

In which I consider that my spawn are an essential part of the universe.

Mom guilt.  I think all moms have it. I'm 11% Jewish so I think I have extra. There's the regular, garden-variety mom guilt:  I wish I'd been more present . . . I wish I'd paid closer attention.  I wish I'd emphasized health and nutrition and set a better example with, you know -- vegetables.  … Continue reading In which I consider that my spawn are an essential part of the universe.

What would they be called, if their skin were white?

Jamestown The colonists.  Fleeing persecution, braving all manner of hazards to come to the New World, the land of opportunity, of freedom.  Some of them had children on the ships, some in the bitter winter for which they were ill-prepared, but they persevered.  Some of the babies died, and parents had to dig their graves … Continue reading What would they be called, if their skin were white?

The Truth Will Wreck This Place

The Star-Telegram published an article earlier this month, "Hundreds of sex abuse allegations found in fundamental Baptist churches across U.S." by Sara Smith. Back in the day, when I had my heart set on pursuing investigative journalism, this is the article that I wanted to write. And this is why: "To understand how this systemic, … Continue reading The Truth Will Wreck This Place

I (Used To) Love to Write

I was raised in a pretty whackadoodle church.  Okay, it was a cult. One of the (many) things drilled into our heads was that if we loved anyone or anything too much, God would be righteously jealous and take it away.  As punishment. Also, another of the (many) things drilled into our heads was that … Continue reading I (Used To) Love to Write