Most of us know the story of Jesus asking his disciples "Who do you say that I am?" We've read it and heard it in Sunday schoo...

I have been laid bare, stripped away of all that was me. Before what has happened and after what has been wrought are the remains of who I w...

The weather map lit up red. Angry welts broken by bands of dark green, pushing it's way directly across my area. Light flashed outside t...

When I was baptized at 7, I was given a beautiful statue of St Mary. Cream, gold, and light pink, she sat on my dresser and watched me. Her...

My mother was beautiful. Fragile, strong, and delicate all at once. She was generous and giving. She was impatient and unkind. She was abusi...

Dear Lily and Sam, It's almost Thanksgiving, a time when many people begin to reflect on the things in life they are most grateful for...

I've spent alot of my life hating myself. Too fat. Too ugly. Too unlovable. Not enough. Broken. Passed over. Thrown away. Discarded....