I won’t be surprised in the least if the cops show up soon.
One year today. It’s been a year since my world disintegrated, my heart ripped from my chest and the leftover shell plunged into a grief I can only accurately describe as emotional hell. It feels like far more than a year, unless I think about it long enough (which I try not to do anymore)—then…
One of my colleagues at SPI confided that she was mentally exhausted from constantly translating. I had no such language barrier, but I could relate.
Here is a little update I wrote to some friends after a couple of weeks at SPI: Some things I’ve enjoyed: 1. Learning about different tools, charts, and models that can be used to analyze a conflict or other social situation 2. Attending presentations about Israel/Palestine, including one from a resident of Jerusalem and one…
From the first day of my first SPI class, I was introduced to the Center for Justice & Peacebuilding’s love of circles. Boy, does it love circles. We circled up at the beginning of each day and at the end, and sometimes in the middle, too, if a teacher or student felt like that type…
The Scripture foundations for my conviction that Christians should not engage in combat.
My first day at the Summer Peacebuilding Institute started on a welcoming note. I learned the importance to SPI of coffee and inclusivity.
The story of some kinks in the planning and execution of my arrival at SPI.
This summer, I attended the Summer Peacebuilding Institute. Here’s my first post about it—specifically, the reactions I receive when I talk about SPI.
My pride seethed. Sexism AND salt in the wound, really? But… why was I so insulted that someone had offered to take care of me? Maybe because of two ideas that don’t make sense together, but go on in my heart simultaneously.
Here are ten things I enjoy about having an apartment and ten things I miss about dorm life.
I wish I could move from character to character, experiencing honor and darkest lack of character, so I could relate to everyone soon, not so late they no longer seek my advice, without consequences—make all reversible—life-changing decisions like a child’s raincoat, like a word processor.