Essays
Personal essays on faith, deconstruction, mental health, and the slow work of unfolding. Some begin with books. Some begin with questions. Others begin with something ordinary that simply would not leave me alone.
Undertone
We don't all learn the same first language. Some of us grow up speaking words. Others grow up speaking subtext.
What the Hell?
A boy selling Chiclets in Tijuana planted a question I spent thirty years trying to answer. This is a small part of the story of how the framework I'd inherited for understanding the world slowly came apart.
Yellow Tulips
I don't remember much from that season. Trauma has a way of stealing the details. But I remember the yellow tulips. I remember the woman who stood on my porch and silently reminded me that I wasn't alone. This is that story.
What Kind of Person Do I Want to Be in the World?
A reflection on anger, complexity, and a strange afternoon in Portland
Me–We–The
A Framework for Holding Complexity, Identity, and Meaning
The Pattern of Change
How We Remain Ourselves While Becoming New
The Posture of Presence
How Curiosity Cultivates Empathy
A Place to Stand
How We Hold Meaning in a Shifting World