From Church Pews to Softball Fields: A New Kind of Sunday
I’m a queer person. There, I said it. Nothing too wild or unique about that. Did I mention that I also used to be a pastor?
I’m a queer person. There, I said it. Nothing too wild or unique about that. Did I mention that I also used to be a pastor?
The hurricane in your mind became just a storm, then a drizzle followed by gray clouds and finally clear blue skies.
Desire drives us—what else do we live for if nothing is to be desired?
On the joyful days, the hard days, the confusing days, and the scary days, we stand alongside you.
Self-care is a term that has been thrown around for the latter part of the last decade. So much so that it sometimes feels like another trend that will just come and go.
Within art, there is a safe space where it is OK not to be OK.
While we spend significant time online conversing with others, that doesn’t seem to replace our need for more old-school connections.
If only we knew that the hardest days have the most potential to be healing ones.
We challenge you to spend time with the parts of yourself that you already love and to nurture the parts of yourself that have yet to be explored.
For those in search of a crystal ball, the bad news is you can’t predict your future.
I actually self-harm to “deal with” life and to keep myself alive. That might sound counterintuitive, but that’s how my brain works.
Emotion, including sadness, is part of being human. Being sad doesn't have to be a bad thing.
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