Reclaiming Mother’s Day
It’s always been awkward for me as a pastor to talk about Mother’s Day. But I keep getting drawn to it, I still feel moved to relate to it. I was in foster care from ages five to 11. I have not met my birth
It’s always been awkward for me as a pastor to talk about Mother’s Day. But I keep getting drawn to it, I still feel moved to relate to it. I was in foster care from ages five to 11. I have not met my birth
Dear Bro, I love you. I know it’s not my normal starting phrase, but now that we all are fighting the coronavirus, it should be the first words out of the mouths of everyone these days. There are famous people being reported as passing due to
Dear Bro, Some days start off well and then fall apart because of just one thing throwing you off. I am not sure if it happens more often as I age or not, but my life isn’t anything close to what I expected when I
Dear Bro, I have been thinking and I have been sharing about my coming out, being outed by someone else or just dealing with when one might come out. What I haven’t shared is what it is like to be in the closet. Being in
Dear Bro, What is coming out? Telling someone that I am different from the norm. Most people look at someone and immediately determine if they are female or male. If I am in a winter coat with one of my baseball caps on, I get
Dear Bro, I should write home more often, but can’t seem to do it. Then today, I watched a movie and realized I could relate to it way too much. You may not have seen “Love, Simon” — but it was on HBO recently, and
I’m sometimes asked if my house is haunted. My father died there, my mother died homesick for it and, years earlier, she claimed to have been visited there by my grandmother’s ghost. The place is over 60 years old, and it certainly does contain its
Dear Bro, One of the hardest things I have done, was to come out to myself — and admit I was gay. Once you figure it out for yourself comes the hard task of telling others — to your friends and your family. It is
This will be a regular column here at Whosoever. The title of it is “Letters to Home.” I will be writing letters to home that talk about me and what it is about living as an out and proud lesbian. I want to introduce myself.
God is not a Christian, God is not a Jew, or a Muslim, or a Hindu, or a Buddhist. All of those are human systems which human beings have created to try to help us walk into the mystery of God. I honor my tradition,