In the world I have known, poetry is appreciated, disparaged, or ignored—not necessarily in that particular order. I’d like to weigh in on the side

I’ve long lived out on the edges of certainty. And yet the Reformed community welcomed and made space for me.

Simone Weil saw attention as being fully present with a mystery and yet resisting the urge to solve it.

I’m not okay. And I’m giving myself permission not to be okay.

I decided to use this week to set some firm boundaries around my news consumption and take extra good care of myself.

Wisdom is absent from Reformed theology. We don’t talk about it. I wonder why.

I want to use my anger to fight back. I want my anger to move me into action.

The Barista, still with grace-filled eyes, responded: “You are welcome here as long as you need.”