When I Call Myself A Poet Again

I graduated with an MFA four years ago. During the program, I concentrated on poetry. But sometime between then and now, I quit thinking of myself as a poet. I'm not sure why. Maybe it was all the rejections. I'm in the hundreds now. After so many people tell you you're not good enough, you start to think you're not good enough. Maybe it was all the comparisons. I know a lot of great poets. Superb poets. Poets I want to be. But I am not them. I am me. And I am…Read more …
Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day: On Absence and Rebirth

Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day: On Absence and Rebirth

So I didn't know it until I was perusing Facebook this afternoon, but today is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day. I didn't even know such a thing existed. But I'm glad it does. The terrible thing about pregnancy loss is the absence of a person who was wanted. Many times, a mother never gets to hold her child. Or sometimes mothers hold their stillborn babies for a short time, trying to imagine their breaths, their life. Time brings you to due dates and birthdays and first days of school and all those…Read more …
Where I Found God: LGBT Yoga

Where I Found God: LGBT Yoga

I found Rachel Haltiwanger online, only to discover that we have so much in common! We're both ESL teachers, we've both traveled to other countries, and (wait for it) we both live in Nashville! Rachel just moved here from Mexico, so we haven't met up in person just yet, but plan to soon. Rachel writes about cross-cultural experiences, wrestling with faith, and transparent living. Her love for all people easily shines through her writing. BTW she's got a great series on misfit faith going on her blog right now. Rachel's words often challenge…Read more …
Learning Praise

Learning Praise

The Sunday after my brother died I went to church. Maybe that doesn't seem strange, but to me, it was a great act of courage. I remember standing there in the pew on the left hand side listening to everyone sing praise choruses. And I couldn't understand. How could they praise God when my brother was dead?  I built a life around praising God, I built my faith on it. In high school I carried Bible verses on index cards in my backpack and snuck them out in the bathroom stall between classes,…Read more …
Where I Found God: In the Scraping By

Where I Found God: In the Scraping By

Today's post comes from my internet friend Sarah Torna Roberts, whose writing is honest, raw, and often shows me how to find grace in all the little moments. Her words today are an encouragement for anyone who's looked for God in the midst of the messiness and business of life. Read more of Sarah's writing at her blog.  Where I Found God: In the Scraping By I wish I could write about finding God in art. Or beauty. Or nature. I wish I could tell you that I encounter Him most often in…Read more …