The Roaring Twenties

The Roaring Twenties

*Art by Jennylynd James It is the final week of this decade.I have been thinking about what it was like, 100 years ago, at the turn of such a decade.Hats.Swooshing dresses. Dancing.THE HARLEM RENAISSANCE.Women were allowed to vote for the first time.But not black...
Welcome

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,...
Complicit.

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...

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...

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...

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