Perfectly Nice People

Once I began to see I needed to speak up about things that weren't Perfectly Nice and that Perfectly Nice People would rather I didn't, the foundation of Perfect Niceness in my life began to crack.


Accepting My Calling

An empty beach at sunset with a rock formation visible in the distance.

My call is not in there, in that space, with those borders so vehemently protected with all kinds of violence both physical and otherwise. My call is in me and I believe it is there because I believe God is in me. It is a calling to love. It is a calling to justice. It is a calling to resist.