Important Disclaimer

Since I currently have several employers/supervisors/churches/etc., please know that none of the words on my blog represent them or their beliefs. This blog is my own creation.

It also does not represent my children's perspective, nor my mother's; they think I am funny, but misguided.
(Quick update: only my mother thinks I'm funny now.)

Tuesday, February 23, 2016


Sometimes, often enough, my brain works like shattering glass


It's not that I didn't see it coming--no, I watched the bottle slip from my hands, drop to the floor, shatter into a thousand pieces, settle scattered across the floor.

Monday, February 22, 2016

TLDCIYR (Too Long, Don't Care If You Read)

I've been reflecting on generational differences today, finding myself in between 2nd wave feminists and I suppose 3rd/4th wave feminists (and I guess Gen Xers find themselves in these in between spaces a bit). 
I suppose I would have said I was a feminist before seminary, but it was grad school where I began to read more deeply (and I wouldn't say I am well read in feminist theory of any wave). One of the first books I came across was The Willful Virgin by Marilyn Frye. I found it through a book on recovery from sexual abuse. That book included this quote: 
...the word virgin in its root definition means "she who is not owned by another." Being virginal in its authentic definition has nothing to do with having had sex or not. A virgin is a woman who is self-possessed. May we all develop virginal sex lives. (Haines, 31)
(I wrote a short blog post on this, which you can find here:…/some-partial-thoughts.htm…
When I got to seminary, I suddenly had access to books in a new way, and I got my hands on Marilyn Frye's book, which had been published in the early 90s with essays spanning 1976-1992. It was my first

Sunday, February 21, 2016

Found On Road Dead

Was sorting through paperwork tonight and found something I wrote, without date, without context. Archeologically, the box belonged to a few years ago, and it's possible I was on a retreat. I have the vaguest recollection of writing, and I could guess at a couple of different groups I was retreating with.  I am fairly certain this was related to being closeted. I didn't come out as queer until 2010.

But I suppose what's most useful is this:

1. The church can be toxic sometimes.
2. Writing can be therapeutic sometimes.
3. Life really has been much more peaceful out of the closet. For me.

Well, here's the writing...