When I Can’t Let Go of My Hurt

I was mid-conversation with my mom when she dropped the latest story on me.

I had thought we had passed the phase of accusations. I had thought that it’d been long enough that my grandmother would want to let go of whatever she was harboring against me.

Does Planning Show A Lack of Faith?

Should I have simply trusted that God would provide for me, and moved cities without working to plan ahead? Did my planning reveal an immature faith that doubted God’s provision? I was not sure how to strike a balance between trusting God while doing my part.

Surviving Sexual Assault: How I’m Learning to Forgive My Abuser

The assaults left no physical scars. My rage and bitterness felt like the only tangible signs I had to demonstrate that something terrible had happened to me. If I just forgave her, was I telling everyone that the injustice didn’t matter?

When I Was Blindly Chasing My Boss’ Approval

I watched intently as a group of HR staff  handed out certificates and a small gift to the month’s outstanding worker. A small part of me hoped they would stop by my desk. But alas, after years of waiting, it never happened.

When My Job Doesn’t Feel Sexy Anymore

Most of us have a hierarchy of Job Coolness Factor. I’ve got one, too.

But as much as I joke about it—there’s an identity factor here, too.