Our playground was old. Wooden seesaws that would give you splinters if you weren’t careful. Metal merry-go-rounds that during the summer, would literally burn your skin if you sat down on it….but you didn’t care because the metal one went fast. Ancient oak trees lined the back border of our playground, and when the teachersContinue reading “Reduced lunch, poverty, and the lack of stigma.”

Where we are wounded allows us an opportunity to offer healing to others. This, I believe is the point…of everything. I want to help the world by creating spaces and healing for people who’ve been wounded by religion, it’s followers, or it’s ideology. There is much, I believe, healing to be offered in faith. IContinue reading “Unpacking my Baggage”

With my hair pulled back in a loosely knotted tie, with my wisps of hair being convinced to fly away from my head, I am six years old. There’s nothing hindering me and my sun-warmed skin. I exist as I did in 1989, carefree, clumsy, and silently taking in the world. Amused with myself and the nature of others;Continue reading “wisps”

“Any sickness is a loss that you have to grieve. You have lost your health, and while you may heal, you will always have had that sickness. I will always have cancer….just because it’s no longer in my body, doesn’t mean I’m not still dealing with it.”  My mom, who is the wisest person IContinue reading “The Intense Sadness of Being Ill”