Food, Faith & the Feminine Part 2

I couldn’t do that version of Faith anymore. I remember the exact moment. I was sitting in church on a Sunday morning. The week before, a woman in the congregation gave a beautiful talk about fear and Love, and how to lean into Love. Amen Sister. This week another member of the congregation stood inContinue reading “Food, Faith & the Feminine Part 2”

The Collision of Food, Faith, and the Feminine

I am a woman, 39 years old, from very white ancestry, who inherited a level of educational and economical privilege. Twenty years ago I faced the first major challenge and failure in my life. My body was not performing the way I wanted it to. It did not look good enough and would not runContinue reading “The Collision of Food, Faith, and the Feminine”

The version of God that got shoved down my throat

There was a version of god that got shoved down my throat. He was a he. A very big he. Strong, muscular, like one of those super heroes that can wreak havoc with one gust of his breath. He carried those pitch-fork like three-pronged spears on the end of a long stick. He could pointContinue reading “The version of God that got shoved down my throat”