I Shouldn’t Have to Feel Guilty

I Shouldn’t Have to Feel Guilty

Over the last two years, I’ve taught a high school class called “Christian Discipleship.” The course description states: “This course is intended to help student reflect on the meaning and implications of justice in their faith lives.” Accordingly, we spend a great...
Ruining the Perfect Day

Ruining the Perfect Day

Autumn in South Dakota is beautiful because it is precarious: summer is beastly hot and winter is brutally cold. Just between is a thin ledge that we and this year’s weather walk. I heard that three years ago, summer ended with a blizzard that killed whole herds of...
Pro-Life Means Pro-Woman

Pro-Life Means Pro-Woman

Two different stories this past week told the same narrative: men abusing their power to use women. The first: Harvey Weinstein, a famous Hollywood mogul brought down by accusations of decades of sexual harassment. The second: Tim Murphy, a Republican pro-life...
What’s in a Statue?

What’s in a Statue?

A few nights ago, a young man was arrested in Chicago for defacing a statue. No, it wasn’t the statue of a Confederate general, or some 19th century Imperialist; it was an Italian sailor. So, it must be Columbus Day, or depending on your state of residence, Indigenous...
Growing Up Undocumented

Growing Up Undocumented

I met my maternal grandfather for the first time when I was 10 years old. He was recently widowed and had come from Mexico to spend some time with my family. I wasn’t sure what to make of this quiet old man at first, and I think my father must have sensed this when he...
Tales of the Second City

Tales of the Second City

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it...