As we mark ourselves with these ashes, we remind ourselves that no grief is solitary; that what has stricken you is also carried by me. We begin our Lenten journey together, reminding one another that we are those whose flesh grows back. We are those who remain. It is...
In this season of continued healing, I am soaking the powerful words of Julia Watts Belser deep into my own bones: “Disability has taught me much about the potent spiritual subversiveness of being radically comfortable in my own skin, of daring to find the presence of...
The Thing Isto love life, to love it evenwhen you have no stomach for itand everything you’ve held like burnt paper in your hands,your throat filled with the silt of it.When grief sits with you, its tropical heatthickening the air, heavy as watermore fit for gills...