Do you remember the horrible video that was trending on the internet showing the aftermath of Philando Castile's death? The week all of that happened, was the week that I started to feel alone. Because I couldn't quit crying over a traffic stop turned murder. I started reminding Kevin to be safe on the road … Continue reading (NO)More silence.
By now you've seen the news. Yesterday's shooting in Dallas was the deadliest day for law enforcement since September 11, 2001. And we know that darkness does not drive out darkness and hate does not drive out hate but for some reason these things still happen. With swollen eyes and heavy heart I keep thinking … Continue reading Love.
Your silence is deafening today. I am not so much admonishing (I have no place to) as I am begging. I am a part of your body and I am for you, Church. I love and accept you, flaws and all, and you have embraced me from the time I walked into your doors as … Continue reading Dear North American Church
There is something that has been heavy on my heart for quite a while. The last couple of years actually. And when something weighs on me, that is usually when I come over to my little corner of cyberspace and let it all out. But this time has been different because I dislike writing things … Continue reading Sex Trafficking, Abuse…and 50 Shades of Grey?
There are things that weigh very heavily on my heart and mind that never would have had we not adopted Layla or started working with families in crisis. I am grateful for the challenge and for the constant reminder that we must refuse to be complacent. But I wonder how I can take all these … Continue reading Mental Healthcare for the Poor
Yesterday, we filled the Suburban to the top, no nook or cranny missed and made the trek to Fort Worth. It was M's big moving day. M is one of the Mom's whose girls we hosted twice through Safe Families. I have written about her multiple times because she is a favorite of mine. Over … Continue reading Moving out and finding her worth…
Can I be frank with you guys? The reason I despise talking about racial tension is because if I say we still have a problem, I am diminished to being nothing more than the white wife of a black man. To many, it seems that OF COURSE I'm going to feel that way because my husband must … Continue reading What about MY son?