mr robot

If the Revolution is Televised

How does our thirst for revolution change when we see it on-screen? A journey into the theology of Mr. Robot.   The poet Gil Scott-Heron, an icon of the late ’60s and early ‘70s Black empowerment movement, turned a popular…

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work of mothering

The Hard Work of Mothering

I grew up in a home that valued work. My sister and I learned not to waste time, and that working hard was one of the most important things we could do. Following the examples of my hard-working parents, I…

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road back to you

The Road Back to You – An Interview on the Enneagram

I’ve been interested in the Enneagram for a few years now, but the process to discerning a number, and learning more about it, once you do, can be daunting. Ian Morgan Cron and Suzanne Stabile are releasing an Enneagram primer…

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Where is Home?

I wonder if the main character in the 2015 film Brooklyn would introduce herself as Eilis from Brooklyn or Eilis from Ireland?   I watch her story unfold and see my own in the reflection of her eyes. I ask…

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depression is real

How Can I Help My Boyfriend Understand Depression is Real? | Dear Addie #10

In your very well-written book, I found a lot of the description of your struggles with loneliness and depression very easy for me to relate to, as someone who still struggles with both. Also, your book inspired me to find…

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the day i turned 35

The Day I Turned 35

This morning I woke up and gasped, “Why isn’t the baby crying?” I haven’t woken up to anything other than the sounds of my newborn daughter’s cries in over two months. I hurriedly sat up to peek into her bassinet…

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faith not confidence

Faith, Not Confidence

“I have confidence. I am all confidence.” “You have youth, confidence, and a job . . . You have everything. . . I have never had confidence and I am not young.” —Ernest Hemingway, “A Clean, Well-Lighted Place”   Where…

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walking in thorny woods

Walking in Thorny Woods

For a few years when I was a kid, Saturday mornings went like this: My parents dropped me off at the corner of Oak Park Avenue and North Boulevard and I walked to a health food store. There I ordered…

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on being almost 30

On Being Almost 30

When you are almost thirty, you pass slowly through the face moisturizer aisles and begin to think maybe it’s time. Your face no longer looks like a Maybelline commercial when you wake up in the morning. Instead, your eye lines remind you…

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H is for Hawk, a Memoir

“What would you say if I got a falcon?” The words bleeped within the blackness of my phone screen. It was my boyfriend, the Mainer.   I looked at the words. Considered the question. I began to picture him in…

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