When Safety and Danger Blur

Disclaimer: Corruption and evil are everywhere; I’m not ignoring the flip side to yesterday’s events. My dad (and others such as Adam Benforado) address criminal injustice better than I could. Dad’s book, Is Justice Possible? releases in February....

When Life Won’t Fulfill Our Dreams

How often do we show our cards while still bleeding? Before we know how this hand plays out? We may admire those who do, but we hope we won’t have to. I write about living naked: exposing every part of myself. Right now life is not pretty, ya’ll. This writing isn’t...

When Illness Shows How Unholy I Am

I am not as holy as I hoped. When my reserves are depleted and every person who needs me grates against my suffering like fingernails on a chalkboard, I fail. I’m entering my fourth month since developing vestibular neurontis.* By the second month the physical...

When I Wanted Suicide But Didn’t Kill Myself

A culture that has lost its faith in life cannot comprehend why it should be endured.—Andrew Coyne Physician-assisted suicide, also known as death with dignity, is familiar to most of us since Brittany Maynard’s choice to die before brain cancer killed her. I don’t...

Why I’m Against Calling Anyone “Broken”

I’m on a mission: to battle against the use of the confusing, misused, harmful Christianese term broken. Part of the danger with the word broken is that everyone who uses it may mean something slightly different. Broken is not like the word apple. It’s an ambiguous,...

Life as a Survivor

Stumbling through the day. Depression’s darkness bleeding into daylight. And they say, “Try harder.” So I do. A monster project for work, the weariness bone deep. I tell myself, “Push through. Just keep going.” My genuine smile is miles away, but it’s time for church....

5 Marks of a Priceless Friend

When we honestly ask ourselves which people in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can...

Why I Live Naked

We are girls with skinned knees We are concrete and grace Here’s to the girls with bruises and scars. – Superchick, “Anthem” The moment that you feel that, just possibly, you’re walking down the street naked, exposing too much of your heart and your mind and what...