• mental health,  religion

    Gay Pride and the Compromised Christian

    I’ve never not been a part of the Christian church. It’s hard to pinpoint a memory in my life that isn’t somehow tied to God and Christian friends. “I was there every time the doors were opened,” seems to be the saying of a lifelong church kid. For those who didn’t grow up in this kind of environment, I think it’s difficult to imagine what it’s like. You’re in this sort of safe bubble, everyone is expected to behave a certain way, believe the same things … and if you don’t believe the exact same ideologies, not to worry! There’s a church next door to the one you go to…

  • history

    Why the Date June 19th, 1865 Matters More than July 4th, 1776

    The United States usually celebrates our day of Independence from tyranny every July 4th. This is, simply stated, to commemorate The Declaration of Independence. However, there is a little known fact about the first draft of The Declaration of Independence; one that puts a damper on our history and makes us say, “hm.” Initially, “The Declaration of Independence” listed 19 total charges against King George III. The 19th charge blamed the King for the horrors of slavery.  The original charge: “He has waged cruel war against human nature itself, violating its most sacred rights of life and liberty in the persons of a distant people who never offended him, captivating…

  • blog,  short story

    Short Story: If God Were a Woman

    She wept, and the stars were born one by one. She stretched out her hand and the rocks broke against one another and burst forth into planets, comets, rocks and dust. Stardust. She rubbed the celestial powder between her fingers. Again, The Lady cried because she was alone. Her inner essence sighed in a desperate overwhelm as she longed for companionship. She longed to be loved. She caught a rock in her right hand and breathed the very breath of life. Plants and grass sprung up. She spoke, and water gushed from her mouth creating the lakes and the rivers, the streams and seas. She screamed a great scream and…

  • blog,  parenting

    An Untamed Spirit and a Work Horse

    My daughter takes everything we say as a suggestion. My son takes everything we say as law. You’d think we’d prefer one form of behavior over another, but we don’t. Both are equally out of balance, as it must be with children. Our daughter must learn that her father and I have lived longer, and understand things she doesn’t. She has to learn how to respect our wisdom as her guides in this life. We must likewise endeavor to be worthy of that respect. My son must realize that his parents don’t know everything. We will him to test boundaries and explore, not to be so cautious and in order.…

  • blog,  mental health,  trauma

    I’m Okay

    “I’m okay I’m okay I’m okay.” The water in the shower is hot. The steam penetrating. I heave a sob. I rock back and forth. “I’m okay I’m okay I’m okay.” There’s a knock on the door. “You okay?” “I’m okay!” I respond. I hold myself. “I’m okay I’m okay I’m okay.” “You don’t sound okay.” I was too loud. The pitter-patter of water on tile not enough to mask the gasps for air, the sounds of a dejected spirit. “I’m okay.” The door opens. “What’s going on?” “Please don’t pull back that curtain,” I think to myself, but don’t have the energy to say aloud. He’d see the true…