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Welcome

  I guess it is time for a change. I have been blogging for quite some time, however, it was not until recently, when asked the question at a social gathering as to what it is that I do, I replied “I am a Writer”. I am a Writer. And in a time such as this, as Cesar Chavez says, “Art [should] disturb the comfortable, and comfort the disturbed”. My old blog, Raindrops and Rivers is now morphing into Raise Your Words at http://www.carriekuba.com There will be a correlating newsletter coming soon. The memoir, I Will Fight For You, is in the early draft formation. I still write for http://www.readypublication.com and http://www.shelovesmagazine.com occasionally and I look forward to expanding into more creative spaces. I am so glad you are here. So glad. Invite your friends.  

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Complicit.

I am very grateful for the church I grew up in for many reasons. It is a place where I felt loved by a community and found friendship during times of being bullied at school. It is where I came to understand Scripture and the idea that God is relational. My mom was on executive staff for most of my youth, so I spent a considerable amount of time immersed in the culture of my church. And yes – yes that was me (regrettably) passing out Tracts at the Stanford football games. And during our family’s years at this church – three male pastors left quietly under the shadow of whispers of indecent conduct with women  – our youth pastor blatantly running away with one of the female students. Our church never talked about it. The staff never explained what happened. There was no remorse, no apology – NOTHING besides maybe a passing comment that something had happened so let’s all welcome the new replacement staff member with open arms and warm, grace-filled hearts. And even as I write this I feel extremely nervous because I have been conditioned to believe that I am being unfaithful and ungrateful to my community by sharing this here – even if it is 20+ years later. And the fallout was and is heartbreaking. **** I, too, am a survivor. I was date raped by a youth pastor boyfriend who did not believe in […]

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The Posture of Listening

She began her life in the United States in a Vietnamese refugee camp. Soon after she moved to Oregon and at some point met her New Zealander husband, settled down, and began a family. She has a son and a daughter who are both in high school. **** I sat with my hair in foils and the stubborn grey taking two hours to conquer, she shared many stories with me. The most poignant being her vulnerability about the painful encounters she has experienced since November. She has been yelled at, […]

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Zebras.

This time would be different. I was worn out on conferences – tired of feeling like my resume mattered more than my heart. I was tired of being just known enough by those involved in my wheelhouse conferences, but not enough to ever be invited to the table in any fashion. I was tired of feeling the constant tug to prove myself, “show well”, or giving in to the lie that somehow my worth was in direct proportion to who I “knew’. I was tired of being the one, the […]

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Eye of the Storm

We knew there would be rain. It’s the Pacific Northwest. And it is La Niña. So there is always rain. What we did not know, when we escaped to the Oregon Coast for a couple of nights as a family, is that there was a tremendous storm rolling in. And we would be, for a time, in it’s eye. We could hear it coming before it actually landed. We could see the ominous shadow as it moved, causing both sky and water to commingle into the same shade of dark […]

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Marta

When I was in sixth grade, I got a demonstrable case of acne. And back in the day, the prescribed treatment was to avoid chocolate and to apply an alcohol-based stringent to my face twice a day. Always the over-achiever, I applied at least four or five times a day resulting in a permanent tomato-hued face. I was teased relentlessly. I was teased quite cruelly. From 6th grade until 8th grade – this group of girls tormented me. If you have read my blog entry entitled Cheer, you have read about […]

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Give Him Your Cloak, Too

Matthew 5:38-48; The Message (MSG) Love Your Enemies 38-42 “Here’s another old saying that deserves a second look: ‘Eye for eye, tooth for tooth.’ Is that going to get us anywhere? Here’s what I propose: ‘Don’t hit back at all.’ If someone strikes you, stand there and take it. If someone drags you into court and sues for the shirt off your back, gift wrap your best coat and make a present of it. And if someone takes unfair advantage of you, use the occasion to practice the servant life. No more […]

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Him

He grew up under the last remnants of Communism – red neck scarf and in formation bootleg movies from the West the permeation of grey. The son of an engineer, who wanted to be a professional violinist, and an ophthalmologist. The grandson of an army general, who was in charge of a smattering of spa towns, and an opera singer. I remember the first time I saw him, as he entered my classroom, tardy and with earbuds. His smile, his eyes. How little I knew then. We became the best […]

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This is Me

Like most of you, I am a huge fan of the television show, This is Us. And last night’s episode was no exception, so if you have not yet seen it, consider this your spoiler alert. As per usual, I DVR’d the episode so that I could watch it today by myself with no risk of distraction or disruption. And as per usual, I had tissues ready because I have yet to make it through an episode without demonstrable tears. As I watched the episode unfold, especially the character of […]

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2017:: My One Word – BadAss.

I know I took advantage of the “bait the hook” of writing in the title to this blog post. I did that purposefully because if the title compelled you to cringe – even just a little bit – just know that I do as well. And that is exactly why this word is so important to me. I am the granddaughter of a pastor. I am the daughter of a woman who has been in the limelight in ministry for my entire life. As I head into my mid-forties, I […]

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