I feel a jaded cocktail of sadness and twisted joy, wound together like a striped candy cane. Ribbons of red and white intertwine tightly around each other, seemingly inseparable and sinewed together....  Read More

Somewhere along the way, people forget that pastors are people too. They need space to be human, to wrestle, to have blind spots, and to grow....  Read More

We didn’t know that trust was eroding behind closed doors until the day the whole thing capsized. When the elders sat in our living room and told us Steve was being removed, there was no moral failing...  Read More

Some scars are visible, others are invisible—but all are real. Survivors often walk with a limp....  Read More

Curiosity becomes the antidote to guilt and shame. ...  Read More

I have prided myself on my self-reliance. I thought, I can handle it. I’m strong. I do not need help But every little unspoken thought, every swallowed hurt, every unmet need became one more dirty dis...  Read More

Secrets lose their power over us when they are exposed....  Read More