Grieving Faith

I was raised in black Baptist and African Methodist churches. My grandparents’ Carolina Christianity migrated with them to Washington D.C. As they ambled around the kitchen preparing dinner or in the alley side herb garden, they hummed hymns under their... Read more →

Becoming New

Every time I experience a depressive episode, something dies. Sometimes I have lost things I would have preferred to keep – a sense of hope, a faith I recognize, friends, ideals about relationship, a secure understanding of myself. Other times,... Read more →