Two years ago, I visited the Pavilion, a little coffee shop run by Bridge Street Ministries on the west side of Grand Rapids. I remember

For the longest time, I considered my desire to “be liked” a liability. A weakness. A sort of kryptonite for so many of us pastors.

My parishioner Marie’s life was 28 dogs long. In my tenure serving the church here in Little Falls, New Jersey, I only knew the last

This is the third in a series of posts about my mom’s death from lung cancer in November of 2020. Click here to read about her last

I asked my boyfriend what I should write about this week. “Communication,” he joked. “How obnoxious men are. How relationships require so much work.” I

I was six years old, sandals just brushing the floor in the sanctuary of a foreign church, where my grandparents and I sat to witness

Last week I wrapped up a nine-week online elective course on “Intersections of Theology and Science.”  This was probably the fifth or sixth time I