Telling the Truth

connecting the dots of my life

Tag: My Voice

A Blank Canvas | Part 3 of 3

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It’s late summer, 1951. We just moved from El Monte, California, to a house near Savannah, Georgia. The front yard faces the river you see in the photo above. I’m 7 ½ years old. I don’t know how to swim; a half-mile wide river flows in front of our house.

Not long after we move in, Read the rest of this entry »

A Blank Canvas | Part 2

Small Islands from the air

~~~Islands of Palau in the South Pacific

In 1984, one year after I began teaching, I attended a gathering of faculty from 6 or 7 sister seminaries. We were together for one weekend. There weren’t many women professors in the group.

Because I was the newest female professor Read the rest of this entry »

A Blank Canvas | Part 1

Yangtze River, Dusk

Ever since the middle of June I’ve worked on a dream that still haunts me. I’ve dialogued with it on paper and in my mind almost every day. It feels like a turning point.

Here’s the dream, Read the rest of this entry »

Why can’t I stop writing? | Part 2 of 2

If you missed my first answer to the question, it’s right here.

Why can’t I stop writing? – Answer #2
First, a confession.  I used to tell seminary students to be ready to tell their personal stories about growing up male or growing up female.  Not literally everything, but true stories, especially about what happened to and inside them along the way from there to here.

Why?  Because it’s rude Read the rest of this entry »

Why can’t I stop writing? | Part 1

The more I write, the more I want to write.  Do I have a life outside of blogging?  Absolutely.  Yet it seems I can’t stop writing.

Why can’t I stop writing? – Answer #1
Writing is the way I Read the rest of this entry »