by Julie Martin Hutson I never wanted to pray goodbye To step away from that place where I had loved long And been loved, To
by Laura Martin This poem was written to those who grieve…. Who knows its places and folds, its invitations and its breaking, its memory and
by Desiree’ Uhrich Mothering God, you give us birth. You birth us into all time and place, even into pandemic, even into a world groaning
by Wendolyn Trozzo That gap, Lord, between where my feet are and where they need to be. I used to feel a wave of fear
A collaborative project of prayers specifically written by women during 2021, that address the situations we find ourselves in at this moment of history.
I was recently interviewed by Crazy Wisdom in Ann Arbor about what I had observed as a faith leader during the past year, given the