On Being Non-Binary

I was 16 years old when I first came out. It was a virtual game of cat-and-mouse with my best friend at the time; there were hints in person, but much of the process was via a pseudonymous email address. … Read more

Somewhere between broken and empty

It’s been a long three days. And when trying to name the exact feeling, that’s where I find myself. Somewhere between broken and empty. Over the last three days, the New Jersey Synod of the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America … Read more

I need a sign. And a chart.

When I was growing up, my family had a dishwasher. We didn’t use it all the time (I’ll tell you stories about Grammy some other day), but with six humans living in one domicile, it was a helpful appliance when … Read more