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I’m thrilled that you’re here – on this page. It holds much of my latest writing and nearly all of my heart.

As amazing as writing is – being able to express one’s thoughts in words, concepts, and ideas – conversation is even better; hearing your heart, the best. Don’t hesitate to reach out in response.

If you’d like to narrow things down, click on any of the categories below to see a selection of posts that speak to that particular topic.

Write Toward Vulnerability

Write Toward Vulnerability

If something inside of you is real, we will probably find it interesting, and it will probably be universal. So you...

Belief: Then & Now

Belief: Then & Now

There was a time in which any question about what I believed merited a simple, obvious, and expected answer. After...

Sit still. Be quiet. Feel.

Sit still. Be quiet. Feel.

Now that both of my girls live miles, states, and flights away from me, I find myself transitioning into what it means...

Changing Everything

Changing Everything

If you want to learn about a culture, listen to the stories. If you want to change a culture, change the stories. This...

Wisdom does as Wisdom says

Wisdom does as Wisdom says

Women hold all the wisdom they could ever need, that the planet could ever need, that the world so desperately needs....

If your stories could talk…

If your stories could talk…

A number of years ago I learned about intertextuality. It is how one text speaks to or shapes another; how seemingly...

Hearing Voices

Hearing Voices

I am neck-deep in manuscript-writing these days. This book, my book, this thing I've been nurturing and holding and...

A DSM-V Code

A DSM-V Code

Did you know that there is a DSM-V code for religious or spiritual problems?  Yep: V-Code 62.89.  Apparently it is...

A late-night text

A late-night text

I’ve been thinking about the wisdom that has shaped much of my life. I’m grateful for some of it, to be sure. There’s...

Refrigerator-Magnet Wisdom

Refrigerator-Magnet Wisdom

Last month I was in a bookstore in Lexington, KY with both of my daughters. We wandered in three different directions,...

The how-to’s of being “big”

The how-to’s of being “big”

In my last post I named the ways in which we have transmuted being small into our very DNA. This is not the kind of...

Go Deeper Still

Go Deeper Still

Go deeper still... You already know this: there is profound wisdom, strength, beauty, and grace that lies in wait –...

The stories we tell ourselves

The stories we tell ourselves

I've been thinking about the stories I tell - those of ancient, sacred women who have been absented from our...

My grown-up Christmas list:

My grown-up Christmas list:

One of my favorite Christmas carols by Amy Grant, offers these lyrics: “No more lives torn apart, That wars would...

Today is my birthday!

Today is my birthday!

I am 60 years old today. How is that even possible? The days leading up to this one have been filled with reflection,...

Remember who you are

Remember who you are

I was in a queer mood, thinking myself very old; but now I am a woman again – as I always am when I write. I love this...

She was a voice

She was a voice

I ordered and read The Book of Longings last week. Written by Sue Monk Kidd, author of The Secret Life of Bees and...

The shadows are not our home

The shadows are not our home

We wake up each morning and watch the world around us burn. We see corruption, scandal, and the decimation of...

What I need you to remember:

What I need you to remember:

We are desperate to see ourselves in powerful and empowering ways. It’s no wonder: we have too-often and for too long...

Do the Next Thing

Do the Next Thing

I don’t know about you, but when I read or hear the stories of amazing women (which is ALL the time), I have the...

I’m right about this…

I’m right about this…

Chances are pretty high that if your desire is strong enough, acute enough, and impossible to dissuade, others will...

No Fairy Godmother

No Fairy Godmother

There’s a story I love to tell of a mostly unknown woman who singlehandedly won a huge battle for an entire tribe of...

Before Mother’s Day

Before Mother’s Day

With Mother’s Day less than a week away, it feels appropriate to name and honor our larger, longer mother-line: the...

Fanning Desire’s Flame

Fanning Desire’s Flame

Desire is a tricky thing. To desire feels dangerous because we might not get what we want. To desire is risky because,...

When Things Don’t Go as Planned

When Things Don’t Go as Planned

I’ve been thinking a lot, even more than I normally do, about my daughters. About the trials and tribulations that, by...

Before Valentine’s Day

Before Valentine’s Day

I have an ambivalent relationship with Valentine’s Day. When young(er), I wished and prayed that I would have a...

Magical Thinking

Magical Thinking

Many of us wait around or secretly hope that something magical will happen. If I’m lucky enough, patient enough, good...

As 2018 begins…

As 2018 begins…

Rebecca Solnit has written a book called, The Mother of All Questions: Further Reports from the Feminist Revolutions –...

These Stories Still Speak

These Stories Still Speak

I’ve been awake since 4:30 this morning. Uncharacteristically, instead of lying in bed and trying to tame my...

12 Years of Blogging

12 Years of Blogging

I find it almost impossible to believe that 12 years have passed since I meekly created a WordPress site and began...

Champagne on a Tuesday

Champagne on a Tuesday

My oldest daughter, Emma Joy, turns 21 today. Yes, Halloween. I can still picture her, just placed in my arms, with...

Women Joining & Healing

Women Joining & Healing

I feel like I am drowning in a sea of opinions, disasters, tragedies, trauma, harm, violence, and misunderstanding –...

Happy 19th Birthday, Abby!

Happy 19th Birthday, Abby!

Your birthday. Nineteen. Somehow, it feels different this year. As I was thinking about what to write today, I went...

My Empty Nest

My Empty Nest

I can hardly believe the title of this post, the truth and heft of just three small words, the fact that they actually...

My Inner Critic = The Patriarchy

My Inner Critic = The Patriarchy

I was recently organizing files on my computer (something I do when I intend to write, but instead find busy work…)...

Charlottesville

Charlottesville

I feel a heavy, collective shame. I feel stuck, trapped even, between not knowing what to say or what to do and...

About Being Ubiquitous

About Being Ubiquitous

This post could be entitled About Being God Without Realizing Such. I came across this word while reading a novel a...

My Heart (Monitor)

My Heart (Monitor)

I am hooked up to a heart monitor right now. It’s mobile – just four electrodes connected to various and particular...

God on a Woman’s Terms

God on a Woman’s Terms

For most of us, the word "sacred" conjures some thought of God. Perhaps you associate this with a positive set of...

The Scaffolding Around My Heart

The Scaffolding Around My Heart

Today is Abby’s last day of high school. I just finished packing her last school lunch – ever; my last school lunch –...

Why do you write?

Why do you write?

"Why do you write?" was a question recently asked of me.  Here’s my answer: I write because it is the space in which I...

Easter 2017

Easter 2017

I will not be attending Easter services today. I will not witness the rows of shiny, white patent-leather shoes,...

My Left-Hand Side

My Left-Hand Side

I did a quick mapping of my body the other day. Here’s what I discovered – from top tobottom: Many mornings, I wake up...

Somewhere between Kali and Jesus

Somewhere between Kali and Jesus

I am Kali Ma.I stick my tongue out of my once silent lips.These eyes, no longer mild,Are furious daggers of fire.~ a...

Nevertheless, we persist!

Nevertheless, we persist!

On Tuesday, February 7, 2017, Senator Elizabeth Warren began to read a letter Coretta Scott King wrote in 1986 that...

For now. Not forever.

For now. Not forever.

I have felt more like a passive observer, than riled-up revolutionary since Donald Trump became president. Yes, I...

Goodbye, Twitter

Goodbye, Twitter

I cancelled and closed my Twitter account last week.  I’m almost hesitant to mention it; it was so undramatic But...

January 1, 2017

January 1, 2017

What dreams lie dormant hidden in the womb of your soul, quietly waiting, incubating seeking opportunity to come...

Choosing the Storm

Choosing the Storm

I’ve been thinking a lot about how strong my proclivity is for calm; for a life that is tame, sedate, and...

Tiptoeing

Tiptoeing

I can’t tell you how tired I am of tiptoeing; of having to navigate through so many potential landmines that I feel...

Choose Life

Choose Life

I spent a couple of lovely hours with a young woman this morning who asked me what I thought about spiritual...

Whose Story Am I In?

Whose Story Am I In?

I just finished writing this entire post, went to read through it from the beginning before hitting “publish,” and...

I Am This Woman

I Am This Woman

I wrote what follows for the women’s event, Conversations (mentioned in my last post). As the days have progressed...

Power & Privilege (and me)

Power & Privilege (and me)

These words: power and privilege, have been part of numerous conversations lately. Some of those conversations have...

Will I tell you what I want?

Will I tell you what I want?

A friend loaned me a book last week that I can’t put down. It’s called Women and Desire: Beyond Wanting to beWanted by...

Prophet as Female

Prophet as Female

While I was still a student at The Seattle School, I remember hearing one of my professors lecture on the categories...

Piano Recitals

Piano Recitals

Yesterday my 9-year-old daughter, Emma, gave her first piano recital. She was joined by 5 other young pianists –...

My Out Loud Voice

My Out Loud Voice

I was talking with a friend this morning about how common it is for women to lose their voices – not...