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The Shadow.
I was carrying a large pizza. It was dark outside-after ten o’clock at night. I had been sitting at home waiting for news-any news about Ian all day long. Just that morning we had been told that he did...
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Changing the Story. [END IT.]
We were on Skype, she working in Nepal and me in my air-conditioned New York living room. My computer screen flickered, and in utter disbelief, I had to ask my friend to repeat herself. She said it...
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I’d like you to meet my Mama. Her name is Cindy. She is feisty and sarcastic and ENTIRELY inappropriate. She makes a decadent chocolate cake that will change your whole entire life, and when I was...
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Our Father, Who Has Been in Hell.
My Daddy doesn’t cry. Growing up, I never saw him cry even once. Oh, his voice faltered for one tenuous moment while speaking at my sweet Grandpa’s funeral in the old church on Hubbard Street, but no...
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Hope Moves.
Over the past 48 hours, we’ve debated, reposted, and used #butyouwanttotalkaboutleggings to sound the alarm on a host of issues that are making our stomachs churn and our hearts break. A community of...
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Soup From a Stone.
Today marks two years since Ian died. My parents wanted some time alone with him that Wednesday morning, and my hands trembled as I laced my tennis shoes and ran as hard and fast and long as I could—I...
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On the Season of Perpetual Hope.
Growing up in Eastern Europe, I spent a lot of time in old, Gothic churches dripping with concrete saints and steeples that spiraled endlessly up towards the sky. I’ve learned to squint and search for...
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A Word to the Church After the Election.
Elmina Castle is a popular tourist stop in the African country of Ghana, with a dark history. Elmina Castle was one of the biggest trading posts for slaves in the Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade...
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Jesus Raged.
When someone that you fiercely love dies, the calendar becomes a minefield. You learn to clumsily tiptoe around explosions of grief, shattered again and again as you unearth new depths of loss. You...
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Blessed are the fringe-dwellers.
Jesus’ time on earth was book-ended by two seminal events: his birth and resurrection. Lately, I’ve been mulling over the wild and weighty implications of the fact that he chose to first announce both...
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