Writers will often say that we write our way into our stories. Or that, no matter the plan or outline, our stories or arguments unfold in the writing. That is definitely true for me. In the talk I gave in June entitled, “How Will Grandma Find Us?” I wrote myself into several new insights that…
A couple of years ago I dropped my now-teen off at the school dance. All the moms arranged to meet before the dance to take pictures of our young people. My kid stood among the forty-some other middle-schoolers whose parents were primping and preening over the kids we meticulously helped to clean up and dress….
In one of my first theology classes in divinity school, my professor the late Sallie McFague asked: If there were no heaven, would you still be a Christian? The question stopped me – and most of my classmates – in our tracks. Hmmm. It never occurred to me that there might not be a heaven….
Remember the child’s game, musical chairs? It was the party go-to of my childhood. There are as many chairs as there are children. Each kid starts seated in a chair. When the music plays, kids move around the chairs. When the music stops, each child grabs the closest seat. For each round, a chair is…
It’s day 4 of returning to school and I’m toast already. Back-to-school for my teen. Yes, the kid has turned into a teenager, and despite my organization and preparation, I’m just not ready. The early early morning rising, the morning shuffle out the door to school, the checking “do you have the following things?” The…
“Acts of God.” When you sign those insurance forms, or really just about any contract, they indicate whose responsibilities are whose. And then they say, except for “acts of God.” These “acts of God” usually refer to unexpected unforeseen weather calamities – tornadoes, earthquakes, hurricanes, huge storms. I’ve always found it curious how otherwise…
Explaining religion to my child was harder than I thought. I understood how to be religious with my family. We sang our prayers, went to worship and dressed up. Lord knows that taking a baby to a church that was 45 minutes away was essentially a day trip with snacks and clothing changes. We talked…
I have a friend who asks me every year about what I’m doing for Black History Month. And I always reply: “Nothing, I’m Black every day.” And I mean it. I don’t celebrate Black History Month, but I am happy to be a part of celebrations of Black history – when they occur in February…
April. May. July. Early September. For years, I’ve posted on social media and in my newsletters about ways to remember and honor Sexual Assault Awareness Month, Mental Health Awareness Month, Minority Mental Health Awareness Month and Suicide Awareness Week, respectively. But not this year. Not last year. I watched these seasons roll by…
I feel like I’ve been writing this book forever. One reason is because it addresses one of those big questions that drives my overall academic work. So I’ve been chipping away at my ideas about this topic in different ways for the past 23 years. But the contemporary version of this book began in…
Dr. Monica A. Coleman is an award-winning scholar, writer, and minister dedicated to the intersections of faith, social justice, and transformation. Through speaking, consulting, and writing, she empowers individuals and organizations to navigate change with purpose and integrity.
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