As I watched Dr. Christine Blasey Ford recount her story of surviving abuse, I remembered all the times I was afraid – in parking lots and at parties. I remember hands grasping and not knowing if it was wrong, if this is simply the ways things are. I remembered not knowing if the names shouted at … Continue reading This Week I Remembered All the Times I Said Me Too
The tide of accusations linked to the #MeToo movement seems as all-encompassing as an Exodus plague, and the destruction wreaked on the lives of victims is no less appalling. My church is studying in Exodus for a few weeks right now, and I can’t escape the political parallels between the story of Pharoah’s hardened heart … Continue reading I Preached on Brett Kavanaugh & MeToo and My Church Had Feelings
I first read the phrase fat acceptance when I stumbled upon it while I was trying desperately to find fashion tips that would make me look slimmer. I was a junior in college and had my first boyfriend. The fact that he started dating me as a fat girl did nothing to convince me that … Continue reading I Reject the Labels Overweight and Sinful. I’m Fat and God Loves Me.
Biblical interpretations that don’t take into account historical and contextual realities can be used to further oppression. To simply take a Bible verse and apply it to any given situation can at worst, contribute to harm and violence. For instance, police officers love to quote Matthew 5:9: “Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be … Continue reading Blessed are the Peacemakers is not a Justification for Police Brutality
With high summer comes canning season – a season I love, because it involves getting my hands messy and into the earth and its bounty. My husband and I had an extremely limited budget for gifts last Christmas as we had just arrived in America, he as a new immigrant, and me after years overseas. … Continue reading For My Immigrant Husband & Refugee Friends, the Damage is Already Done
Years after my sister and I had established our adult lives, we dipped french fries in ketchup and ate hamburgers in a restaurant with orange walls and laminate tabletops—a place that felt so American. My sister asked if I’d read a particular essay about our country’s first black president—a man with a white mother from … Continue reading My Sister & I Navigated American Blackness Very Differently