I know I have a soul, because I can feel its weight. It’s heavy, like a lead apron I can’t remove. Sometimes I fear suffocation. Sometimes I pray for it.Read More »
I don't know that I necessarily have a favorite prayerRead More »
There's evil in the world because we're always unsatisfied.Read More »
I sat in front of a mirror last night. I stared at the folds in my skin without judgment, simply observing my body as if it were a work of art hanging in a museum. What does my stomach look like from this angle? What about my arms?Read More »
When a marriage ends, the pain is palpable. It feels as though someone has died. Every first feels like a last: The first time we slept apart. The first time it hit me that we’ll never have children together. The first time we talked on the phone without saying I love you.Read More »
The biggest influences on my spirituality have been the process of healing from my eating disorder and the people who have been my support during this experience.
I had to admit I couldn't deal with the eating disorder on my own, and ended up spending six months in a treatment center 300 miles from home.Read More »