Hey y’all! This post is a bit of a departure from my usual fare, but with Wicked: For Good releasing this month, I’ve found myself reflecting—and feeling a lot of feelings. Even if musicals aren’t your thing, I hope this reflection finds some resonance in you. The first time I saw Wicked, I was supposed to care about the witches. Everyone does. You choose a side: green or pink, rebellion or perfection. But I found my eyes drifting to the boy who never stopped moving, the one with a grin sharp...

Listen to me:  I did not want to write this post. It feels too close to the bone, too real, too vulnerable to confess (and then publish on the Internet for presumably the rest of time). This is something I know to be a flaw of mine. And not like a cute “ha ha, I bite my nails and hit curbs, I’m so quirky”  kind of flaw. I mean something I genuinely wrestle with. And while I generally consider myself an open book, there are still things I don’t like admitting or digging into because I fear the...

"But God loves things by becoming them. God loves things by uniting with them, not by excluding them." -Fr. Richard Rohr, The Universal...