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March 2015

March 26, 2015

Natural Family Planning Isn’t the Only Ethical Option for Christians: Why I Chose an IUD

As I cradled my third newborn in his first hours of life, I was seized...

July 2014

July 02, 2014

How Having an (Insurance-Covered) IUD is Saving My Life

If I were to become pregnant again, there is enormous potential for another harrowing birth...

March 2014

March 28, 2014

Why I’m Grieving World Vision’s Decision

A colleague expressed frustration yesterday at the accusatory back-and-forth that has resulted from World Vision's...

September 2013

September 23, 2013

Why I Love Pope Francis’s Radical (Not Really) Take on the Gospel

I am enamored of Pope Francis. Every time he clarifies what he believes about the...

September 19, 2013

Made by God in Rainbow Hues: On Raising a Gender Nonconforming Child

Yesterday my son came down in one of his more glittery, fabulous shirts—a shirt purchased...

July 2013

July 14, 2013

A Christian Argument for Stronger Gun Laws

Jesus was crystal clear on the question of whether violence is an acceptable response to...

November 2012

November 07, 2012

Freedom Looks Like a Little Boy in Sparkly Leggings

My son's Halloween costume—a rock star in the Freddy Mercury/Kiss/Steven Tyler over-the-top mode—was absolutely perfect...