The Deep Belief in Love
The Question That Harms
It’s small. The reason I write. The latest slight. The latest micro in a world of aggressions. Nothing really, not in a world in which parents are…
I ponder foot washing
I am in a relationship with joy, and with despair. It’s complicated. On this day, I want to feel only joy. Today This Day is the day my mother would…
A moment in time: My class, 4th grade, was going on a field trip. I had been so excited! But. I had major ear infections in my youth. I could not go. I…
Beginning, still.
Queerly Reading the Bible, Clearly
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