The guest post I promised, from Mary Burkholder, author of My Other Name Is Mom. *** Something happened to me thirteen years ago that changed my life forever. I had a baby, and he made me a mother. When I was a little girl, I loved babies. I was irresistibly drawn to their tiny, perfect […]
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I talked to a good friend of mine after my post a few weeks ago: “Sometimes I Wonder about this Thing Called Separation.” In the process of that conversation, I gained a clearer understanding of what I think about separation. I don’t think Christians should talk about separation at all. Or at least, very little.
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Sometimes I look at people like my own sweet grandma and my mother in law, who are both in their 80’s, with a pleasant sort of condescension. Their lives revolve around their quilt blocks and their canning and what the neighbor said. For news, they read the Budget. (For the unenlightened, that’s a 50-page weekly
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I didn’t experience race tensions growing up—with good reason, as the rural community I grew up in was almost exclusively white. During my childhood, I remember getting to know only one black woman and her daughter who visited our community from the city for a while. And one fiery black preacher—Ludlow Walker, for those who
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Have you ever had a panic attack just going into Wal-Mart? I haven’t, but a friend of mine has. During a hurt-filled and vulnerable time of her life, just placing herself in the vicinity of other people caused her chest to tighten, made her feel light-headed, claustrophobic, and dizzy. I’ve experienced, during periods of change
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