As my entire family except maybe my younger brother voted Trump and now witnesses the aftermath, I am having a hard time pulling it together. Last night, I dared to mention Clinton’s Methodist faith, and Mom’s only reply was “Where in the Bible does it say to kill babies?” Ohhh, my friends. The irony. The problem is that I could crush her. I could bring up the myriad of verses that talk about gluttony and gossip and ask why the American church doesn’t try to litigate against that. And, of course, information is a problem. Knowledge is power, and as … Continue reading Remember the PULSE Nightclub shooting?
Rage doesn’t begin to cover it. Terror, fear. But more than anything, despair. I have a little PTSD coming in, memories of gaslighting from not one, but two past lovers. Memories of a man who made me feel worthless; who critiqued my stomach during intimate moments and said “You’ll have to work out later” when I ate scrambled eggs late one night, and then resented me when I lost weight faster than him. Who always, relentlessly, talked about himself, and then looked around in wonder when anyone expected a thing different. The despair, however, does not come from these memories. … Continue reading Let’s just take a second.
learning about Holocaust education, and I haven’t wanted to post anything. Why? Because I was going to put it on goodlittlechurchgirl.com, which I imagine will one day be discovered by family, and I didn’t want to be too identifying or mean. But today, I reached a tipping point. For the record: Israel is amazing. All politics aside, the food is incredible, I love the Old City and also Tel Aviv, and after Nazareth and Capernaum and the sexy tour guide whom I want to give me a ten-day tour–oh, baby!–I am in love with this place. More importantly, I am … Continue reading So I’ve been in Israel,