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 …
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 …

Why I Will Not Call My Son “Sensitive”

Yesterday, we were at the pool, and my son was sitting on his faded white pool chair sobbing. A lens had fallen out of his brand new goggles and gotten lost, and he now he couldn't "do a cannonball because water will get in my eyes!" Sob. The thought flitted across my mind. I wish he weren't so sensitive. I didn't say it out loud, thank goodness. I pushed the thought away and tried to encourage my son. I get that feeling of disappointment when you want something to work and it won't,…Read more …
Breath

Breath

I hit a bird on the way to church today. It flew right into my van, and I couldn't avoid it. In my side mirror, I watched the black wings stutter and the body fall to the ground. At church, I looked at the new icons. Jesus is finally in our dome, as he should be. I marveled at the intricate designs around the windows of the dome. I glanced around the church, and found the iconographers, here from Russia. They looked plain. Yet they've transformed our church into something beautiful. Let everything…Read more …