I have always been fascinated by the left hand. The way in which the gold wedding band curls around the ring finger. My mother’s left ring finger was … Continue reading On Revolutionary Motherhood: (In)Voluntary Spinstership and “Broken Homes”
This past Sunday, I found myself bursting jaw wrecking, head-turning, and troubled laughter. This is caused by the utterance of the word—“be blessed”—in a congregation full of hundreds of millennials … Continue reading Thou Art Blessed?