Badlands, you gotta live it everyday Let the broken hearts stand As the price you’ve gotta pay| We’ll keep pushin’ till it’s understood And these badlands start treating us good — ”Badlands,” Bruce Springsteen “Badlands” has long been one of my favorite Bruce Springsteen songs.
It was just my imagination In 2006, I fell into a deep depression. It was just like others had described it to me – a deep dark hole that you felt you could never climb out of, no matter what. Nothing in the world mattered
We are originally blessed with light and joy and peace I was taught, from infancy, that I was born with something called “original sin.” Even as a tiny baby there was a stain on me, passed down from Adam and Eve in the garden after
This is a transcript of a sermon I delivered at the Unitarian Universalist Congregation of Columbia, SC. The audio (which begins with a song I wrote called “One Breath,” sung with my spouse, Beth DeHart) is included and a link to the video is below.
A reflection on Lesson 66 from A Course in Miracles: My happiness and my function are one As a Southern Baptist kid, I was raised with a very stern picture of who God was supposed to be, what He (and it was always a He)
I recently saw a video of talk-show host James Corden interviewing comedian Ellen DeGeneres. Corden – who is British – was telling DeGeneres how much he loved the South because people are so nice. Corden related a story to Ellen – who, by the way, was
The ego strikes back I’m going to be honest, as a lesbian woman, I didn’t feel much like celebrating the Fourth of July this year. Supreme Court decisions ending affirmative action, codifying discrimination against LGBTQ+ people in public services, the rise in anti-transgender (and LGB)
We all feel that pull for God I remember the exact moment I broke up with God. I was 16-years-old and I had just learned the word for what I am. Oddly enough, my education came through an issue of Rolling Stone magazine – to
She was my shepherd I woke up at 4 a.m. yesterday awash in grief. On Sunday night we discovered that our 10-year-old German Shepherd, The Lord (Named thusly because “The Lord is my shepherd”), could no longer walk. She had been having mobility issues for
And becoming a master of Love One night many years ago, Angie Gorman was in bed at home alone when a man kicked open the door of her bedroom. This was a time before cell phones and her only phone was a landline downstairs. The