Winter Weekend retreat had arrived, and just like anyone would do on MLK weekend, I joined my youth group on a pilgrimage to the shrine of the Confederacy, Gatlinburg, TN. A quirky group of kids hopped on a bus and headed to the state just north of us (both geographically and on most all of … Continue reading Confessions of an EXvangelical—how the evangelical movement fosters emotional abuse & how I escaped
I wish I knew how many times I have heard the phrase, “It’s not a gun problem. It’s a heart problem.” This slogan among NRA supporters and avid gun-owners seems to be a nail in the coffin of this argument. Instead, this vague and foolhardy reasoning continues to nail shut the coffins of countless students … Continue reading “Cain killed Abel with a rock—it’s not a gun problem” and other bullshit.
Inevitably, when February rolls around, there is that person who proclaims the old adage, “Why do black people get a month? If white people celebrated their own month, there would be hell to pay.” In fact, person blinded by whiteness, there has been hell to pay. From the year 1619, when the first ship brought … Continue reading Perpetual White History Month
Color evokes a lot of emotion. It tells a lot about a person. The very essences of it can be conjured in our mind without specifically naming the hue. Moods themselves have pigment—that's why our minds light up with a colorful reel when we hear a story. Seeing color for all its value (and being … Continue reading Disposition of a Hue
I was 15 years old when I stood outside the courthouse in Montgomery to protest the removal of the Ten Commandments. At the time, if you would have asked me, I would have said that I was standing up for what was “right,” that Roy Moore was champion of my faith, and that Christianity was … Continue reading When I was 15 years old, I supported Roy Moore.
Your stories became mine. I held them close Like you held me when I jumped in your chair. We flipped the handle of your recliner, Sent our feet into outer space. 3-2-1. The story only just begun. Fingers wiggle my piggy toes, Each one has a name. Tickle adventure, cows eat corn, … Continue reading Green Bananas
“Wait, I’m actually not fine,” I told the cashier. She looked puzzled because we had already been through the smalltalk niceties, and there’s not much I disdain more than smalltalk. She had already rung up my frozen Pad Thai, and the card machine was beeping obnoxiously trying to tell me that the transaction was complete. … Continue reading My dog died today.