St Augustine said that “Hope has two beautiful daughters; their names are Anger and Courage. Anger at the way things are, and Courage to see that they do not remain as they are.” I like that. I like thinking of hope as a productive thing. Too often we treat hope like it’s foolish, or lazy.… Continue reading This year, is an AIDS year.
The truth is, I’ve been sick for a long time. I won’t list the symptoms, but I will tell you they are real. There are people in my life who have long encouraged me to slow down. They have asked me to do something different. Some have even demanded I stop altogether. For my own… Continue reading This Isn’t What They Meant When They Said To Put Your Body On The Line.
So, I’ve been writing a lot of sermons lately…. Yeah. It’s really weird. Right now I’ve got two jobs. I work at the Harm Reduction Coalition and I work as the Pastoral Intern at a Methodist church. Sex work, drug use, and church ladies. There’s more crossover than you might think. A year and a… Continue reading Ungracious Saints
For Erich Kotschi (1982-2004) 11 years ago today was Kotschi's funeral. I was heartbroken and unbelievably angry. That service wasn't what I wanted for him or for us. His parents fundamentalist faith wouldn't allow him his dignity even in death. He deserved better. I wrote this funeral service last semester. It is a reimagining of… Continue reading A Service For Us. A Funeral Reimagined
“I am a woman deeply troubled” We live in troubling times. In the past few days we have been troubled by the attacks in Paris. We have been troubled by the attacks in Beirut. In Baghdad. In Syria. And more. We have been troubled as we see whose lives are being grieved loudly and… Continue reading Sermon. A Woman Deeply Troubled
Written for the San Francisco Overdose Awareness Day event, August 30th, 2015. I was 20 when overdose first touched my life. I lost one of my deepest loves, his name was Kotschi. Grief makes some people uncomfortable. They don’t know what to do or say. They start shifting their weight from one foot to the… Continue reading Overdose Awareness. Grief, Respect, and Power.