Dec 18 2017

The Jesus Star

My favorite Christmas memory is sitting alone in the dimness my Grandmas impeccable living room, adult voices from the kitchen filling the safety of the shadows. The only light on my five year old face was the blue of the nativity set single lightbulb.

I sat for hours on end just staring, arranging, rearranging the Baby Jesus and friends, wondering about that Little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.

After Christmas at Grandmas, my brothers and I loaded in the back of the station wagon, me in the coveted rear facing back seat. Looking up at the frosty moon, I saw it. I knew I saw a twinkle of the Jesus star, the brightest one in the sky. I shouted “There it is! The Jesus Star!” hoping everyone else in our rumbling station wagon saw it too.

Apparently , I was the only one with eyes to see, or so I thought.

I held the warmth of the Jesus Star in my little heart and it’s been there ever since. Jesus’ Christmas present to me.

What’s your warmest Christmas memory? I’d sincerely love to hear.

Dec 13 2017


A few days ago I posted about the #metoo movement on social media. I have had many, many people come to me saying other people are saying I was specifically implying Westside family church and members of its staff had sexually harassed me. I absolutely was not in any way implying such a thing, and am shocked and horrified.

My original statement read,

“The churches and church culture I have been a part of my whole life are not immune to sexual harassment. I found walls & fortresses protecting the institution, not its people, Insurmountable for women like me. #metoo‬.”

I followed up that statement with these words-

“So, the counter balance to my #metoo post—I wholeheartedly believe there are way more good guys than bad guys. Grateful to know more than a few.”

The purpose of my statement was to raise awareness that the issue of sexual harassment is inside the church walls, as well as outside, because people are people wherever you go. It’s human nature. It’s unacceptable behavior that needs to stop.

The facts of what happened to me, and again, I am an extremely private person and it is painful but necessary to share this information-

-Yes, I have experienced sexual harassment at Westside. It in no way involved any staff member. It was from a person repeatedly making verbal unwarranted and unwanted gross suggestions. He thought he was funny. I thought so for about 2 seconds the first time it happened, then not so much the second, third, forth…

Yes, my husband is aware. Rob and I have an extremely deep and close relationship. He is my soulmate, and at times feels like the other half of my soul. We have taken appropriate measures. We both agree no further action needs to be taken in regards to this individual

The last church I was a part of, yes, it happened there too. Not just to me, but many, many of my friends. Those stories are theirs to tell.

Sexual harassment is present in every facet of our shared humanity. Online porn fuels the fire and normalizes inappropriate behavior. It absolutely does not shock me when it happens, but it most certainly does sadden me.

Speak up. Men, women, transgender friends…SPEAK UP for yourselves. You matter. Your story matters. You are beautiful and loved and good and noble and true. You are God the Father’s best idea. You are his Beloved child.

You are not alone. Never, ever. #metoo.

Oct 23 2017

Morning Prayer

Morning Prayer among the Sunflowers


All was dark, 

then a sliver of light, 

then all things golden, 

and fully alive

Golden light in buckets 

Pouring down from heaven

Healing rain. 

Healing rain

Of light 

And joy

Sep 28 2017

Grant Us Peace. 

Sep 24 2017

Sunflower Season

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Nov 13 2016

The Cold and Broken Hallelujah

Barn Window


Leonard Cohen died this week.

And Donald Trump became our president.

The whole world is in a state of bafflement and shock. The sadness clinging to the walls of our hearts is echoed by Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah. The words of love offered with brokenness, our words. Our HallelujahThe broken Hallelujah of the united states of America. The states of our hearts. Our minds. Our souls.

We see your flag on the marble arch. Love is not a victory march. It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah.

And can that be our “Amen” as a nation? The end of the petty arguments, violence, hatred, KKK, Nazi sign painting ?

Our victory march is love. There is no other way. It can be imperfect, because WE are imperfect. But we offer what we can, the broken pieces of who we are. Because We are all a little broken, and that’s how the light gets in.

~Leonard Cohen

As another poet said a few decades ago, “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls”.