My mother’s worn Bible
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None of the adults explained death or suffering to us. Neither western Christians (specifically evangelicals) nor East Asians are well equipped to handle grief, let alone walk children through it.
All I could think was, where was God to let a child my age die?
You 👏🏻 cannot 👏🏻 opt 👏🏻 out 👏🏻 of 👏🏻 reality.
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Today's Supreme Court decision, though couched in the language of freedom and inclusivity, is a tragic failure for
I met a friend of a friend yesterday who asked me what my job was. For the first time in my life, I answered, “I’m a writer.”
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When he asked where he could find my online publication, an acquaintance (whom I barely know and who doesn’t
Yes, in spite of everything
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An honest reflection on walking away from God, living with uncertainty, and returning to faith 'kicking and screaming.
Was chatting with a friend about being in touch with a few illustrators for my upcoming short story collection.
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I mentioned having hoped for more illustrations in the book, but that I wouldn’t be able to afford more
I gave Claude my short story collection and asked whom it would help feel seen. This is what it said:
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Primary Groups Who Will Feel Seen:
Grieving & Loss:
* Grieving parents ("Her Name is Beloved" - mother losing
(Untitled)
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husband: you can’t just keep buying books!
me: i don’t understand
Maybe it’s summer or maybe it’s burnout.
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Maybe I’m having a depressive episode again.
Maybe it’s the world weighing too heavily on me.
Whatever it
My whole problem is that I want to do all these things and projects and I get all excited mentally planning them out.
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And then I remember I have a toddler.
How fundamentalism nearly destroyed my relationship with God
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I was a sophomore in college when I turned my back on the religion of my childhood and declared myself no longer a Christian.
This is the fourth year since your son died
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This is the fourth year since your son died.
You wonder where the time has gone, and wonder if it’d be cliche to say it sometimes still feels like yesterday.
My mom first brought me to our local Barnes and Noble when I was in elementary school.
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During a chaotic childhood, those memories of sitting there for a couple hours just to read books with her are
Joanna Penn said nobody actually reads their pretty special edition books.
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Um I do!
(I mean, I wash my hands thoroughly first, but…)
I’m not one of those people who
