Rethinking submission

I got back to Georgia last weekend (thanks to my father, who drove the whole way). After dropping my dad off at his hotel near the airport, I stopped at the grocery store — where I was appalled by the number of unmasked people aggressively intruding into others’ personal space. By the time I gotContinue reading “Rethinking submission”

The gifts of pandemic season

I’m going to start this off by acknowledging that quarantine/isolation has been insanely hard on most of us, and I’m no Pollyanna. I have heard many painful stories from friends, and I’m living my own. In the midst of this, it’s often difficult to find anything good or hopeful. A year ago I heard StephenContinue reading “The gifts of pandemic season”

The valley of the shadow of death

TW: This post talks about sexual abuse and suicide. In a typical month, I spend one to three days hating my life, caught in a bitter swirl of anxiety, feeling like there is no way forward and I am trapped and helpless. It’s premenstrual dysphoric disorder, PMS decked out with steroids, brass knuckles, and steel-toedContinue reading “The valley of the shadow of death”