Since that documentary and my early blogging days, a lot of people aren’t quite sure what to do with me. They have a hard time reconciling the old and new me.
To use our smartphones as a haven from the messiness of face-to-face, three-dimensional friendship is the enemy of authentic intimacy.
Marriage is neither the cure for sin nor the reward for saintliness. Your singleness is not your punishment.
Imperfect people get married every day. So why are we telling single people that perfection will bring them a spouse?
We were once all too aware of the pressure of being a single, but once married, forget what it was like to feel like a pawn. Our wedding rings give us amnesia.
Using labels like feminist as a weapon in debates is unhelpful. While they keep our lives neat and tidy, they also help us avoid the messiness of progress.
Even as a married woman, I still find myself looking back and wishing that my white friends knew some of the unique struggles I had to face and that I still watch so many of my sisters in Christ face every day.