Leaving the church wasn’t the end of my faith.It was the beginning.This is a story about sacred reinvention, the terror of letting go, and the unexpected places where God shows up when you dare to leave the old map behind.I was terrified.Terrified to leave the safety I had spent so long building:A job, a career

This morning, all three of us sat together and cried.We’re in it — the messy, tender, wild middle of moving.Yesterday, we had photos taken of our house, the same house where we built a life full of little rituals and big memories. It’s felt like a marathon sprint: cleaning, decluttering, making endless donation runs to

By Molly BookerThis week, I did something I’ve never done quite like this before:I took a match to the rules that were never mine.In the garden, I built a ritual fire—honoring the beliefs that once protected me but no longer fit. I burned them like old clothes I’ve outgrown:“No pain, no gain.”“Rest is laziness.”“Earn your

I’m in Cancun right now. On vacation. Poolside. Palm trees. Morning light. A setting made for rest. But I keep waking up with the same thought:What should I do today?What do I need to accomplish?Even drawing, which I usually do for fun, comes with a whisper: Maybe I should post this. Maybe I should produce

In the final episode of White Lotus Season 3, one father nearly kills his family out of shame. What unfolds is a brutally honest metaphor for the silence that isolates us—and the truth that saves us.🚨 Spoiler Alert: This post discusses the plot of White Lotus Season 3 in detail, including events from the final

When things go wrong, our bodies want to blame. But what if grace is the better way through?We were standing at the Southwest counter, just beginning to check our bags for a long-awaited trip to Mexico.And then—passport check.Kelly looked at me and said gently,“Oh… that’s the old one.”And my body lit up.Tight chest. Churning stomach.That

A review of “Graphic Rage” — and the stories it woke in me.“Why didn’t you say you were in this much pain?”“I did.”Reading Graphic Rage, Aubrey Hirsch’s new collection of comics on gender, justice, and life as a woman in America, cracked something open in me.No, that’s not quite right.It revealed what was already cracked.It

There are two versions of me.One lives in black and white. She effortfully wakes up early, checks things off the list, answers emails, responds quickly, stays ahead. She's useful. She's needed. She's bracing. Bracing for the next hit of responsibility, for the moment she forgets something, for the shoe to drop. She's productive, sure. But

There’s something I need to say. To my inner child. To my weary adult. To my hurting back. To my kid, Leo. To my wife, Kelly. To anyone who’s ever tried to keep the world spinning with one exhausted hand:I’m tired of being the lifeguard.I want to swim.It started small—me getting irritated at the TV.

Hey friends,Last night, I had the honor of being the featured speaker for United Suicide Survivors International’s first webinar of 2025. We talked about surviving the impossible — and how sometimes the work of staying alive starts with simply telling the truth.This was never about building a life that looks good.It’s about building a life