An Imprinting of Love: How to Be Gentle With Your Kids and Yourself (at the Spiritual Parent)

I was nine when we moved from our small New England town to the suburban sprawl of Colorado Springs. Everything was bigger there. The houses, the churches, the mountains, somehow even God was larger, more real, more present. Christianity had been an important part of our family culture before, but now it took center stage. …

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a love letter to my large, soft, magnificent body

Hi there. I forget you are me, sometimes. The other day I was listening to one of my favorite therapists/podcasters talk about embodiment and how easily we separate our consciousness from the bodies we inhabit. What a fascinating idea, I thought. Until this moment I wasn't aware there was any other way to exist! The …

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Can anything good come out of Honduras? Come and see.

In those days there was great violence in all the world, violence that drove families from their homes in fear for their children’s lives. It came to pass that many of these families were fleeing together in a caravan, bravely crossing a continent on foot in pursuit of safety for their children. José, a skilled …

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Thanksgiving, a practice of gratitude and grief

We are watching the parade this morning, snuggled up all cozy on our couch while the cinnamon rolls rise in the oven. The announcer wears big fuzzy ear muffs, sitting at a desk covered in flowers. She flashes a brilliantly white smile and says "Friends, family, love. That's what thanksgiving is all about. A time …

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bullets, break ins, and learning to tell a better story

A few nights ago, sometime after midnight, Drew shook me awake. I opened my eyes to see him crouched down, peering through the curtains. "Did you hear those gun shots?" Soberly, we watched as police cars arrived. "You're sure you locked the doors?" I asked. "Of course," he said. We laid there in the dark …

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