Writings

I’m not exactly sure when it happened. I’m completely unclear of when I believed, to the point of knowing, that my life was sacrificial. It was a teaching that took shape very young, becoming a thought, then a belief and now it’s so deep inside me that although I have insight that it is not organic to who I am, I’m stymied at how to identify when it happens. I do know that being a martyr is not native to my make up, however it feels wrapped up with each interaction I have…

Ordinary People

It hurts me unrealistically
It truly feels like
Someone is skinning my
Guts inside out…

I hear giggles and wrestling
I hear banging and laughs
Do you know what time it is?
It’s late and you got to get to bed…

All of us have witnessed how the tradition of marriage is under a major transformation right now. The days of marital unions for financial security, having kids, social status just doesn’t cut it any more.

Perhaps that is the greatest gift of all: someone to float with. Someone whose hand you hold when you are riding high on the wave, and when the bottom seems to fall out. There you are: together. You still have your desires, experiences and dreams; and in marriage you have someone who supports your desires, experiences and dreams and you support theirs.

I watch the fires burning on TV afraid to go down to the hotspot. I watch the fires burning and I hear my fellow white suburbanites say, “That won’t solve anything. That’s exactly why the police say they’re criminals.”