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Protected: Intoxication of Intimacy

in Articles on 08/28/18

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The Great American Tributary

in Articles, Clearly Claremohr Newspaper Column on 08/26/18

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

Dialogue with a Grown-Up Man

in Articles on 08/22/18

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

Turning the Tables on Slut Shaming

in Articles on 08/19/18

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

The Church with Rainbow Doors

in Articles, Clearly Claremohr Newspaper Column on 08/12/18

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

The Heart Is Honest Above All Things

in Articles, Clearly Claremohr Newspaper Column on 08/06/18

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

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