grief
Let the Lament Come
The grocery store has become my dirge. A lament for the life that no longer exists. Every time I go, I’m overcome by tears. While...
ReadHonoring Our Embodied Trauma in the Midst of a Pandemic
How are your bodies and hearts right now, friends? I don’t know a single person right now that isn’t enduring some sort of loss. Perhaps...
ReadYou Are Someone’s Advent
Advent is upon us again. I used to feel like I wasn’t ready each year as Advent rolled around. I would lament not being more...
ReadThe Loudness of Grief
My four-year-old son pushed gently on my still-protruding belly. “Why are you still kind of puffy there mama?” I took a deep breath to steady...
ReadThere’s No Going Back, Part Three
In response to a question about aging, Keith Anderson, former President of The Seattle School and friend of Dan Allender, wrote a reflection on turning...
ReadA Letter to My Younger Self
This letter is one I wrote to my younger self who grew up in a country with continuous effects of colonialism in the Philippines, where...
ReadThere Is No Going Back, Part Two
In response to a question about aging, Keith Anderson, former President of The Seattle School and friend of Dan Allender, wrote a reflection on turning...
ReadThere Is No Going Back, Part One
In response to a question about aging, Keith Anderson, former President of The Seattle School and friend of Dan Allender, wrote a reflection on turning...
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