My Childhood


Moving to the margins

Moving to the margins

I grew up in the happy bubble of secure ignorance. This is not a bad thing for a child to experience. In fact I think it's one of the most developmentally supportive conditions, for childhood. But eventually you have to grow up and become aware of your own privilege.

Where is the margin?

Where is the margin?

Somehow in the story telling, in the life living, we forgot that we were outsiders once. Every single one of us.

Moving, Mid-life and the Motherland: an interview with my mom

Moving, Mid-life and the Motherland: an interview with my mom

We are who we are because of where we come from, and who we come from, and of course all the experiences that, not only change us, but actually create us, along the way.

Growing up with the Bible

Growing up with the Bible

How my tradition understood the Bible and the growing cognitive dissonance I started to experience as a young adult between science and literal Biblical interpretation, left me with a fraught relationship with this sacred text.

A childhood of belonging

A childhood of belonging

Faith for me has always been wrapped up, like a ball of yarn, with family and church. Family, God, and church; I was raised in the rich soil of all three. But that doesn't mean I understood the full measure and message of the gospel of Christ. I probably still don't.