“Show me a miracle, Lord,” I shout, my voice rough with sorrow. (Minneapolis bleeds under my feet, and my preschoolers tell me, wide-eyed, that hope looks like a lion). I clamor louder in demand of an answer, afraid of silence. “Show me a miracle, Lord,” they shout, their voices sharp with impatience. (Galilee bleeds under their feet, … More Miracle


The wine runs out, they tell me.   You will run and run and run in pursuit of passion and life and more, but always the wine runs out.   And it’s true.   It is vanity, chasing after wind, and every good fight that I have ever fought ends when the wine runs out. … More Cana

Fear and (re)awakening

They don’t understand what it’s like, you realize, as you try to explain–to a class of freshman males at your university, no less–what it’s like to be female and alone when you’re walking at night. You get angry, instead of explaining, and then you are silent, because what good does it do anyway? Aren’t they all … More Fear and (re)awakening