This feels like a really delicate thing to write about. These words let you see inside the world of Kate…
I was 14 years old when I first remember looking pain and injustice in the eye. I was staring into…
Last week I was invited to a space I had no business being in. It was an honor.It was a…
I like to think of myself as a pretty joyful person—quick to point out beauty even in the mess, to…
I can’t work my way out of this. “This” seems to change in every season. Sometimes “this” is some kind…
This place is oddly quiet. I’ve grown used to the sound of fans, air con units, dogs barking halfway across…
My time in Mae Sot is coming to a close, and this keeps me up at night more times than…
I relished the silence. On this particular day, business in Braverly was slow. A few customers trickled in and left…
It was November 2017, and my world was a hot mess. I think the technical term for it was dumpster…
I’ve been wrestling with the Father a lot these days. What a Christian thing to say—wrestling. He and I are…
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