Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
The first time I saw Jesus, I was five years old. I was walking down Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, holding my mom’s hand. He was tall, bearded, and dripping with blood. Two muscular men flanked him, their veins bulging as they supported the bulky wooden cross he dragged along behind Read more
Looking behind me, I twisted my torso and pressed down on the tin canister that sat in the passenger seat as I backed up the car. A horrid pop song played on the radio. I don’t normally think the word “horrid”, but I was in mom mode, so my mind Read more
There have been many miracles over the years … taking a sip of water for the first time after three years of not being able to eat or drink, a coma and at 27, grueling circumstances are certainly significant. When I was 18—a week before my high school senior prom—I Read more
Something my mother used to say. Or still does, I would imagine. As my youngest brother and I got older, we’d start to wonder out loud what all these little phrases our mother used to say actually meant. I remember us laughing in my car on a two AM highway Read more
I am the white mother of a brown son. He was born in the year of Michael Brown. Eric Garner. Tamir Rice. Freddie Gray. I am afraid for his brown skin. I can’t protect him from his brown skin. Nothing I teach him will change the color of his brown Read more
New Mexico isn’t necessarily the land of enchantment! Those of you who really know me know that I am a HUGE arachnophobe. LIKE MAJOR! So I head out at 9:30 am in my sweet little Rav-4 and head down the interstate towards Albuquerque, about 30 minutes from my house. The desert Read more
It was the middle of the afternoon. My mother’s voice was smoky and quiet, calming. I was five and a half years old.
“Billy, you and I are going to take a bath together, and I’m going to show you my breast. You know I had a mastectomy, and they removed my breast, but I’m better now, and I don’t want you to be afraid.”
“So the question is not whether we will be extremist but what kind of extremist will we be. Will we be extremists for hate or will we be extremists for love? Will we be extremists for the preservation of injustice, or will we be extremists for the cause of justice?” Read more