My husband and I have enjoyed delving into our ancestries. At one point in the past, we visited upstate New York, where we looked at gravestones, nearly erased with acid rainfall, and at documents in the historical archives in county…
Loving my neighbor by being an ‘active bystander’
I grew up as a missionary kid in a country where political and racial differences led to bloodshed and genocide. This was not actively directed toward American missionaries. They were bystanders. Often they had no opportunity to intervene because the…
From life experience, some thoughts on the need for legal abortion rights
So much comes into my mind and heart when I talk or write about abortion. I have to revisit the time I miscarried at 3-plus months in 1979. After a week of hemorrhaging blood clots the size of liver slices,…
America: Powered by haters, redeemed by lovers
In my little town in Oregon, I saw a car with two Confederate flags and a bumper sticker that said, “Powered by Haters.” My shock at the blatant declaration did not translate into any direct action, and I wondered what,…
What happens when a biblical ‘Karen’ meets Jesus
If you look up my nickname, Becky, in the urban dictionary, you’ll find the top definition is “A Basic White Girl,” and that is not a compliment. I’m just glad for now that my real name isn’t “Karen” — a…
What Toni Morrison taught me about my people, the Quakers
As a little Quaker girl, I read about the childhood of Lucretia Coffin Mott (Girl of Old Nantucket), who grew up to be a noted Abolitionist, and about a family of Quakers from North Carolina who journeyed with a family…