“Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet.” ~Thich Nhat Hanh
These three books are my attempts at writing to live it out, and to encourage others. The first book, Making Paper Cranes, came out of my time in seminary when I was exploring identity politics, feminism, and theology. The second book, Streams Run Uphill, came out of a desire to share what feminist theology looks like on the ground. I needed something that was rooted in the stories of other women struggling in the same endeavor.
The third book, Yoked was written with my husband, Andy Kort, on trying to integrate vocation and family.
I love these like they are my children - they are a strange part of me, and yet they have their own lives, genuine in all the mistakes and wrong turns, missteps in words, and epiphanies. Thank you for being here.
February 27, 2015
Become aware of God’s presence. We meet almost weekly over some seriously legit bagels – which I feel wouldn’t normally exist outside of New Jersey and New York – but I think these people who own the bagelry are actually from the Northeast. This means the bagels are perfectly soft on the inside, and when […]
February 26, 2015
Christ be near at either hand, Christ behind, before me stand, Christ with me where e’er I go, Christ around, above, below. II “It’s too dark.” For a while I stopped fighting that battle with the twins – how much light to keep on in their room. After saying “good night” I walked quickly out […]
February 25, 2015
It’s the last post over at Deeper Story. I dreaded preaching. In seminary we had to take PR201 and PR202 and then eventually some kind of elective on homiletics. The professor I had for the intro level classes was a white, ol’ school, 1950’s type preacher with a Billy-Grahamesque radio voice. He was so critical […]
February 19, 2015
Daniel 9 …We are covered with shame. Baths for them every night seem a little ambitious, and maybe even obsessive and extraneous. But, they’re covered in all manner of dirt and grime – remnants of markers, glue, sand, glitter, peanut butter and jelly, paint. Anything that will leave a mark. I turn on the water, and the […]
February 18, 2015
Ecclesiastes 12 Remember your Creator… I’m trying to wrap my mind around creation. I look at my babies for insight not babies anymore making worlds with their words their words with a logos-like ferocity and will saying for Thomas the Train “puff puff puff” and my mind turns to temporality and fragility water sliding off […]