I Am a Feminist For My Family

Today I am linking up (again) with Faith Feminisms. Follow other posts on Twitter with the hashtag #FaithFeminisms. I am a feminist for my family. I am a feminist because: my daughter hears the words, "Don't ________ like a girl!" my son already gets told, "Be strong! Don't cry!" my daughter is already worried about how she looks. my son told his friend he was slow "like a girl." my daughter already feels like a failure sometimes. I am a feminist because we live in a world that tends to dictate both what…Read more …
Rethinking Feminism

Rethinking Feminism

This week I am linking up with Faith Feminisms, a weeklong "flash mob" of faith and feminism. Follow the conversation on Twitter with the hashtag #faithfeminisms. I will also post on Thursday and Saturday of this week on the topic of feminism, so be sure to check back later in the week!  No one ever said the "F" word in the church when I was growing up. Even though I was a member of a church that ordained women, the word feminist carried a negative connotation. It seemed to be a word reserved…Read more …
When the Boundaries Chafe

When the Boundaries Chafe

My husband and daughter were just in a community theater production of the musical Ragtime. I had never heard of this musical, but now that I've seen it, I can attest that it is one of the most moving musicals I have ever seen. (And both Steven and Madeleine did a fantastic job!) Ragtime is about three groups of people living in New York in 1906: A community of WASP families, a group of African Americans from Harlem, and a group of Jewish Latvian immigrants.  At the beginning of the musical, the three…Read more …
What Can We Do About God?

What Can We Do About God?

What can we do about God, who makes and then breaks every god-forsaken, beautiful day? What can we do about all those graves in the woods, in old pastures in small towns in bellies of cities? God’s heavy footsteps through the bracken through the bog through the dark wood his breath like a swollen river his switch, lopping the flowers, forgive me, Lord, how I still, sometimes, crave understanding.  - Mary Oliver * * * What can I do about God, whose name has been on my lips and whose realness has been…Read more …
Redefining Success – and Failure

Redefining Success – and Failure

A few weeks ago, my daughter had a difficult day. Her frustrations descended into what some might call "inappropriate behavior" in public, and when we got home, we sat down to talk about what was bothering her. I won't replicate the whole conversation here out of respect for my daughter, but what it came down to was this: Some things had happened that made her feel like a failure,  like she's not good enough, like she's not loved or valued. My daughter sat at the kitchen table, sobs rocking her 9-year-old body, and…Read more …