Do The Next Thing

On days when I am drenched in the trench… when the rain of ruin runs freely through the guts and gutters of life, I ascribe to the gospel of “Do The Next Thing.”

Wash the sheets, feed the children, walk the dog, mop the floor.

There is much mercy in the mundane.

A Room of One’s Own

“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.” – Virginia Woolf

The Truncating Trenches of Trauma

All who try to climb out of the trenches of trauma need years of support. First in the trench; second to scale the wall with repeated falls; third to deal with inevitable blows from the front lines of life once they rise on wobbly legs. In the church we have a tendency to weaken the wounded; Christ strengthend them.

How unlike Christ, Christians can be.

Little Doll

doll: a small model of a human figure, often one of a baby or girl, used as a man’s toy.

In An Age of Speaking…

In the age of speaking, let us not forget that doing so must remain a choice – not a compulsory act.

A Manifesto of Sexual Abuse

“I am a hunter, the best – a predatory beast. 

You are the hunted, the prey and the least.”

– Lori Anne Thompson

TRIGGER WARNING

Give Us Barabbas!

hu·mil·i·ate (verb)
make (someone) feel ashamed and foolish by injuring their dignity and self-respect, especially publicly.

His Silence

After a lifetime of sexual violence and victimization without justice – I can sit quietly and accept the justice of God for mumma me. It is His silence now I struggle with. There are times when silence can feel like betrayal.