the chosen path.

I made the choice to reblog this, because I have followed this “church” for a long time now, and I must say that I admire these two young women so much. It is one thing to go against something that your family believes, but knowing that going against them is equivalent to cutting them out of your life…courageous and admirable is all I can say about Megan and Grace! God bless both of you. Hope to meet you one day!

gypsies & sinners.

I awoke this morning in the usual way: a grab for my iPhone to check the time, followed immediately by a slide of the finger to open the text messages sent by my sister Grace in the wee hours of the morning. She doesn’t sleep so well these days, even though it’s already been nine months.

I can’t believe it’s already been nine months.

Her words fill up my screen, and I think yet again of how grateful I am to at least have some nightly relief from my plague of existential thought experiments, lamentations for loved ones lost, and endless processing of the onslaught of newness. Sleep is a natural escape from these mental gymnastics, but it’s a degree of relief that Grace is often denied.

“This article makes me angry at the writer.” It’s a link to a Slate piece written by an American-born woman, the child of…

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