Fight Like Hell: A Quest to Find A Church in NYC

When I moved to New York, looking for a church felt like being dropped in the middle of Hunger Games. Left to fend for yourself in a new place with tons of distractions competing for your time, you hoped the odds would be in your favor.

When Cinderella Got it Wrong

I get asked a lot whether Not Cinderella stems from some childhood obsession with the story of Cinderella. It doesn’t. I was never overly intrigued by her. The story didn’t stand out anymore than other Disney versions of fairy tales I had heard. But, what I did notice was her mainstay popularity in our culture and elevation to a heroine.

Reconsidering Hell

HELL. As a child growing up there weren’t too many words that could incite so much fear into my little body. I had never seen the place before, but the grown-ups at church made sure I knew what it looked like. A burning lake of fire. Gnashing of teeth. Yelling. Torture. Thirst. Devil with a pitchfork…optional.

Confessions of a Cavewoman

Remember The Flinstones? That show was pretty dope, right? I mean, it was kind of my favorite show as a child; and I never really understood why. Wilma’s hair was kinda cute — but nope, that wasn’t it. And, though the fact that they never changed clothes mildly intrigued me, I can’t say that was what magnetically drew me to sit dangerously close to my family’s floor model television on Saturday mornings and pretend I was a member of this “modern Stone Age family”. I knew that something in this animated series spoke to me; and now nearly 30 years later, I finally get it … I’m totally a cavewoman!

Why I Ran.

Painful. Ugly. Guilt-Ridden. Depressing. And the best decision of my life.