
My ex-husband’s wife suddenly and unexpectedly died. Most of you who know or follow me know that I went through a general hell for the entirety of my marriage, spanning from 1994 to 2018, when two years of separation mercifully ended in divorce. If you are new, you can read…
My partner knows of my love for studying history and culture and looking into my family lineage, so for Christmas he bought me a 23andMe…

As the equatorial sun toasted their skin, they walked, not schlepped: some with canes or strollers, others with toddlers on their hips or lovers on…

(Part 6. New readers can click here to start at the beginning of the story.) Caleb gave me permission to share this story back in…

(Part 5. New readers can click here to start at the beginning of the story.) Caleb was gesturing and speaking with an urgency that made…

Hi. I’m Stephanie, the author behind this blog. At one time, my highest goal was to serve the Lord. That Lord was the god I had been trained to believe was the god of the universe. The god that Christians say was presented in the form of Jesus of Nazareth. There was no greater goal in my denomination’s worldview than to be a missionary, and I felt that I was called from age fifteen. In obedience to that call, I was educated, trained, and became a missionary, pastor’s wife, and homeschool mom. Through the decades, I have come to some very different understandings of theology, humanity, and myself than those that idealistic and easily led teenage girl believed. Here, I write my thoughts about the impact my past beliefs had on me and my family and my observations of how those beliefs influence the world in which we all live.