Insightful words at impeccably timed moments; Wade Mullen’s book is that kind of gift. It is an encouragement to someone like me, discerning for clarity amidst confusion. Something’s Not Right, written by a Christian author, prompts me to wonder how the impacts of non-physical abuse might be addressed biblically. It is not enough for me…Read more »

Grooming is a destructive stage of sexual abuse, in which a person uses deceptive (and often non-sexual) bait or pressure to lure someone into a situation where they are easier to sexually exploit against their will. Learning about grooming was vital as I struggled to piece myself back together from shreds. I couldn’t pinpoint, at…Read more »

It felt exposing to see the Nike goddess statue in her plaza home on news coverage of the Royal Jubilee because Nike, or Victoria, is the cover photo on my just-published book. The exposure was both imposter-ish and relevant; my story has nothing to do with empires, but discusses victories and tributes. I think of…Read more »

How did secrets creep up on me, unwanted? How did I wind up holding them in my basket of arms … and how do I pour them out? I meant to tell Beloved everything. But integrity seemed overstretched, like taffy gone stringy and gappy in places, laced between the fingers of two hands moving slowly…Read more »

There isn’t supposed to be anything wrong with my life, but indeed, I am altered. The sensation that I’d lost my friends and loved ones set on slow, like a glacier gouging into the yard. Undetected, gradual things shoved into my foundations underground before I knew it, without prior notice or consent from me or…Read more »

I remember when the first shock of pandemic shut-downs hit and the “quarantini” meme was popular. I enjoyed a moderate quarantini or two as well, so don’t take this as a point of shame. Quarantinis were a cute gimmick for a while until they became gaudy. Some people continued to self-medicate to take the edge…Read more »

Crisp fall wind prickles the nose, awakens the face. Draw it into your chest, savor it, release it slowly. It soothes to the core. Welcome the invigorating sensation of clearing the air. Not a man hater. In fact, my confrontation reflects the opposite. I’ll tell you why. Yes, I’ve been disappointed by men in my…Read more »

These days have me feeling like chicken little. Writing from the wringer of anxiety, I fret my peers concluding I’m losing my ever-loving … perspective. Nevertheless, let’s enjoy the ride for two minutes, if for nothing more than literary exercise. Droughts, floods, and plagues, unpredictable tides and winds are reported like as many fallen skies.…Read more »

I can’t be the first to write about this junction; a real place. Imagine sermons of the past spoken within the image here, voicing a reference, at the very least, to the steeple’s poignant position on the city map, the theme echoing on-location within the sanctuary confines. My spouse first drew my attention to the…Read more »