Margaret's Blog
I’ve been thinking lately about the first time someone called me fat. We were in our high school parking lot, […]
I was using a microphone, though I probably didn’t need it. I was just doing my job, singing a psalm […]
As a student of history I have learned to practice creative empathy when confronted with people behaving in questionable ways. […]
One of the most exhausting elements of this recent flare-up of my chronic illness is that I am constantly imagining […]
Let’s be clear about one thing: I have no problem with my mother, only with Mother’s Day. I love my […]