Author: Briana Meade

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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Looking Back to the Honeymoon

I am just a girl—twenty-two, in a too-short black dress littered with roses. My husband’s arm is around my back and he is grinning. I smile shyly, too aware this is my honeymoon. A coy deference seems important here. These…

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Hello, It’s Me, Your Body

The blonde woman at the front desk pointed toward the hallway. “It’s the room at the back,” she directed. “You can drop your stuff off in the other side room.”   It was 6:15 in the morning and I had…

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A Long, Practical Love

We were all there. Cousins, uncles, aunts, and siblings. This was my grandparents’ fiftieth wedding anniversary and we were celebrating decades of marriage and commitment.   “What are you most thankful for over fifty years of marriage?” my mother asked…

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