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I spent my entire life with a narrow mindset in a very sheltered world. There was a time when I eschewed anything that smacked of political correctness. Fifteen years ago, I wrote that I preferred to be in the kitchen, barefoot, pregnant, and submissive, while my kids dined on hot cross buns and played Cowboys and Indians. That’s my cringey… View Post
She: We need to talk. He: Uh-oh! What did I do? She: Nothing really. It’s just that we’ve been seeing each other for a while, and if we’re going to continue, there are a couple of little things we should discuss. He: Communication is good! What’s on your mind? She: You know how whenever I text, you always reply in… View Post
When I heard my young son laughingly use the word “slut,” it was all I could do to keep from slamming on the brakes, and pulling him into the front seat for a lecture. Instead, I maintained my composure and calmly asked, “Where did you hear that word?” “On YouTube.” “In what context?” “A woman was dressed kinda like that… View Post
As I wound my way through Salem, Massachusetts, I noticed a number of churches displaying large banners; banners that I would be unlikely to see in my small, Midwestern community. “Immigrants and Refugees Welcome!” “Black Lives Matter: We acknowledge the history. We envision the future. We act today.” “Tabernacle Congregational Church: An open and affirming congregation.” The last was accompanied… View Post
Two years have passed since I purchased the journal. The soft, red, leather book called to me from the window of a quaint shop in a small, Italian village. It was my first international trip alone. I had spent my entire life ignoring my natural instincts. In the religion I had followed from childhood, human nature was discouraged. Indeed, we… View Post