Author: Briana Meade

The Ministry of Cleaning Up

Like many people, my husband and I have our favorite television shows. One of these has been The Good Wife. Great writing, strong characters, and a peek inside law firm culture made this show a top pick on our after-dinner…

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Life and Death in One Photo

We visited Zoe’s great-grandfather’s grave in Rochester, New York. It was a painterly blue day, with only a thin breeze blowing when we disembarked from our rented Jeep Trailhawk next to Papa’s plot. His grave was one of the farthest…

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The Weight and Joy of Community

I call my neighbor Robyn in the morning on my way to the hair salon. “What’s up?” she says, with her characteristic full laugh.   “Just getting my hair colored,” I say. “Do you think I should go with dark…

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Living Among the Refugees

Refugees immigrating to America have a long road before feeling like they belong. I remember that feeling of not belonging, even though I was never a refugee.   Some of my first memories are from a refugee camp. When I…

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Growing Up with Buddhism

What I want to tell you about my childhood is how good it was. My parents were American Christians, but they weren’t afraid of other cultures. The very reason we went overseas was that they fell in love with the…

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Interview with Laura Werezak, Author of Attend

I’m excited to talk with Laura Werezak, author of the book Attend: Forty Soul Stretches Toward God. You can listen to our conversation here or read the transcript below.   Briana Meade: Attend is a book for anyone who is…

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Living with Chronic Pain

“In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself within a dark woods where the straight way was lost.” —Dante   My extended family members and I are all avid hikers. When we hike our favorite mountain,…

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The Wonder of Science

Each Thursday of this last semester, rain or shine, I rushed to the Ford Focus at 5:30 p.m. after setting up macaroni and cheese on paper plates. Backing down our hilly driveway, I’d take I-40 toward the middle of Raleigh,…

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A Letter to My Daughter on Her Body

I’m not sure how to talk about this. But I’m scared for you, my daughter. You have such a bubbly, sweet, and fiery soul, and this makes me afraid that the world is going to tell you to stop listening…

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The Struggle of Half the Church

“I don’t know any theologically sound books written by women,” a pastor once told me. The words still ring in my ears when I think about my place as a woman in the church. “Theologically sound.” That descriptor hurts because…

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