BronyCon and Belonging

BronyCon and Belonging

Perhaps because I’m a dancer and have spent much of my life on the stage, the leap to cosplay doesn’t seem too great a jump. When my eldest daughter, then twelve, began begging me to take her to BronyCon a few years ago, I spent a lot of time on Google before I said...
The Ten-Year Challenge

The Ten-Year Challenge

Sometimes I think God was communicating everything I needed to know about my son right there in the delivery room. I don’t often ascribe these types of messages to the Divine—that’s not how I’ve ever experienced my faith—but if that was how I experience my faith, I...
See the Good First

See the Good First

“I had such a lovely time with your children,” my friend said. “Truly lovely. We had a wonderful conversation over dinner.” This surprised me. Some of my children have special needs, and all of my children are pretty quirky. Being good dinner conversationalists isn’t...
Washing Feet

Washing Feet

My daughter’s eyes are wide as she enters the sanctuary. This place, so familiar to her, is incongruent at night in its somber hush. With the exception of a tiny baby wrapped securely on his mother’s back in a sling, she is the youngest person here. We slide into our...