This feels like the most vulnerable thing I have ever written.

I am neck-deep in a community of family, friends, and church community who comfortably call women who get abortions irresponsible, baby-killing murderers. To say anything outside of that narrative is sort of social suicide. But I feel compelled to put this out into the ether.

I used to feel a lot of cognitive dissonance about voting for candidates who were pro-choice. I didn’t think I ever would. Then 2016 came along and my choices were Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump. I cringed at the thought of voting for Clinton…

We live in a world in which most people aren’t allowed to be angry.

Women are not allowed to be angry. An angry woman gives our patriarchal world an excuse to keep on calling women hysterical and unreasonable.

People of color are not allowed to be angry. Justified anger from the mouth of a minority gives the world permission to continue using stereotypes to silence legitimate cries for justice.

Abuse victims are not allowed to be angry. To the outside, they are expected to forgive and move on.

Where did we get the idea that angry is a bad word?

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I opened my Facebook memories and saw that last year I posted a meme that said, “You know what 2019 had? The audacity.”

If only we had known how easy we had it back in the olden days of 2019.

This time last year, we weren’t suspecting a deadly pandemic. We didn’t own cutely patterned masks to coordinate with our outfits. We had hardly even begun stressing about the election. We had RBG and John Lewis. We had parties and indoor dining. This time last year, I couldn’t wait for 2020. Now? I’m tempted not to celebrate, not to put…

It’s the most emotional time of the year.

I’m not a Grinch. You won’t hear me saying Bah-Humbug. I enjoy the holiday season. October through December are by far the best months of the year in my book.

But there is a unique undercurrent of sadness that only comes for the holidays. It can be challenging to reconcile feelings of nostalgia, heartache, or disappointment with the starlight and magic of the holidays. But I’m learning that humans have the extraordinary ability exist with a myriad of emotions all at once, if only we give ourselves permission to feel them.

Gratitude in tension

On…

Christian Twitter has had quite a week.

In the last four years of a Trump White House, an overwhelming number of evangelical leaders have publicly thrown their support behind the President in the name of religious freedom and the right to life. Still, there have been a few brave ones to rebuke him for his anti-Gospel actions and rhetoric. When they do, they’re usually called socialists or baby killers. Twitter blows up for a day, and then it dies down. …

The year I was 22 was easily the hardest year of my life.

I hesitate to say it was the worst year, because it was also the year I took a fast track to life lessons, and got away from a lot of toxicity. It didn’t take long for me to realize that I was better off without much of what I lost. So it wasn’t the worst, but it was definitely the hardest.

That year, I was in an emotionally abusive relationship, got broken up with from said relationship, got ex-communicated from my social circle because of that breakup…

I’ve always been petite.

I wore a size 5T in the first grade. When I started high school, I joined the Speech and Debate team. We had to wear suits for our competitions, but they don’t make suits that fit the body of a 12-year-old. Thank goodness my mother had a sewing machine.

For most of my life, I thought that my skinniness implied that I was the picture of health.

I was wrong.

A few years ago, I started to really take a liking to lifting weights and going to the gym regularly. I realized that I had never…

It’s hard for me to talk about my home town, Huntington, West Virginia, without it sounding like a love letter.

But first, I need to give you some background. There are a few moments that have given Huntington, West Virginia, my home town, a national spotlight.

We Are Marshall

First was the Marshall University plane crash of 1970. In the largest sports-related tragedy in the country’s history, the plane carrying my alma mater’s football team, coaches, and fans after an away game crashed a few miles from home. No one survived. In 2006, the tragedy was depicted on the big screen by the…