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Episcopal clergy lady at St. Martin's Church, Houston. Mother to Neil and Annie. Wife to Josh.

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    Option B: A Primer for When Life Falls Apart

    Option B: A Primer for When Life Falls Apart

    When Sheryl Sandberg’s Lean In debuted, I was in seminary with a newborn baby and an hour and a half commute. People in my life who did not have children at home were telling me to read her book right and left. “Its so insightful!” the empty nesters told me. “Women really can have it all!” well-meaning, but childless people insisted.

    Admittedly, I did not buy the book. I saw Sandberg interviewed a handful of times and thought, “I spend most of my nights getting a baby to bed. And then I fall asleep into an account of the…

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    People Are Dying in Texas and I Am a Lucky Schmuck

    People Are Dying in Texas and I Am a Lucky Schmuck

    As a Southern transplant to New York City, riding the subway during rush hour was the most jarring activity of the week. After a long day of work, people were ready to get home and order some takeout. In the summer, everyone smelled bad, me included. Train after train would pass with no room for the crowds to get on. There was always an air of chaos and immediacy that I haven’t experienced in any other setting.

    After a few months of this daily trial, I begin to notice the shift that would happen in myself as I…

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    Stranger Things: When Angels Show Up In Cadillacs

    Stranger Things: When Angels Show Up In Cadillacs

    When I was in the third grade a man tried to abduct me in our neighborhood. I was walking the five houses down to my best friend’s house, a thing I did almost everyday. A man pulled his car over and began to ask me questions.

    He wanted to know my name, how old I was, and where I lived. And then he paused for a moment and said, “Why don’t you take a ride with me?”

    Stranger Danger and a innately suspicious personality made me say “no.”

    He asked a second time if I could “just come a…

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    Love of Children and Fear of the World

    Love of Children and Fear of the World

    Stephen Marche’s The Unmade Bed is the book I cannot stop recommending. He talks about the state of modern marriage with unflinching clarity. And in a bold literary move, his wife provides footnotes. It is like being at a dinner party with the funny, poignant couple who occasionally correct one another’s stories.

    From a theological perspective, the book serves as the perfect, secular counterbalance to Robert Farrar Capon’s Bed and Board. In Capon’s era, it was women who made the bed, but in Marche’s modern take we learn that bed-making is an activity we all long to avoid. Seriously,…

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    Heaven Side Encouragement for Earth Side Ministry: A Remembrance of Ed Salmon

    Heaven Side Encouragement for Earth Side Ministry: A Remembrance of Ed Salmon

    The first time I met the Rev. Ed Salmon, he was ordaining a friend of mine at All Saints, Chevy Chase. I was immediately struck by just how much he felt like a bishop. He was open-hearted, generous, and incredibly Southern.

    Later I came to realize that he had either worked with or had a major impact on many of the Episcopal clergy who I know and love. Years ago, when one of my friends came into the Diocese of South Carolina as a newly ordained priest, Bishop Salmon told him, “In the Episcopal Diocese of South Carolina…

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    Self-Righteousness at Home in the Twenty-First Century

    Self-Righteousness at Home in the Twenty-First Century

    Yet another harrowing indictment of modern family life recently came across my newsfeed. “Life at Home in the Twenty-First Century” chronicles the ways in which American family life is falling in on itself. Apparently things are worse than we thought. We are surrounded by our belongings, our children are staring at screens, and no one is going outside. Also, it turns out everyone is eating chicken nuggets. Dammit, America, haven’t we talked about this already?

    Mostly, all of the nuerotic-as-I-am mothers are posting articles about this book and wondering what we are doing to screw our kids up. We see…

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    The Handmaid's Tale: When My Zumba-Loving Heart Hit the Dance Floor

    The Handmaid’s Tale: When My Zumba-Loving Heart Hit the Dance Floor

    In Houston, Texas, Zumba is what God hath intendeth it to be. You will never hear a song in English because it is almost exclusively Latin music. Praise Jesus. Also, you will not hear many words spoken in English either. All of my teachers have been native Spanish speakers. Which is perfect, because many of the classes participants are too. So, Spanglish it is. God bless Texas. And Houston. #sanctuarycity4lyfe

    Some years ago, I attended my first Zumba class when we lived in Westchester County, New York. To say the least, I was not impressed. The music was mostly from the…

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    Free as a Mother: Telling the Devil to Sit on a Tack

    Free as a Mother: Telling the Devil to Sit on a Tack

    Last week, as my kindergartner and I approached the pool for his first swimming lesson of the season, I noticed all of the children sitting there in goggles. I panicked. Goggles! Of course! Forget that I learned how to swim without goggles. Forget that we go through 14 pairs of goggles a summer because we lose them like we are getting paid to. Forget that children the world over have swum without protective eye covering for millennia. My baby needed goggles and I forgot them.

    One more check in the Sarah is a Crappy Mom column.

    I always…

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    The Rev. Mrs. Fleming Rutledge is Not Ashamed of the Gospel

    The Rev. Mrs. Fleming Rutledge is Not Ashamed of the Gospel

    For several years now, people have been saying to me, “Sarah, you’ve got to read the Rev. Fleming Rutledge.” And for several years now I’ve politely nodded and thought to myself, “Sure, I’ll add him to the list of ordained dudes whose books I need to read.”

    That was, until last year, when I heard about Fleming Rutledge’s latest book, The Crucifixion: Understanding the Death of Jesus Christ. I googled this Fleming character and much to my surprise, this photo appeared:

    The beautiful hair, the earrings that can only be described as “earbobs,” and that scarf draped with…

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    When Jesus Gets Crucified and Churches Get Bombed: Take a Seat this Holy Week

    When Jesus Gets Crucified and Churches Get Bombed: Take a Seat this Holy Week

    As has been well before established, I was not raised with parents who fixated all that much on church. We went every Sunday. But there weren’t a lot of “extras.” We didn’t come back for any Wednesday programming. I honestly cannot remember a potluck supper. And my mother would have straight up told you that anyone who attended worship on Christmas Day needed their head checked.

    I don’t blame them. They are self-described “Recovering Southern Baptists,” of the most rural of rural Souths. Their two-services-on-Sunday-supper-on-Wednesday-oh-have-you-accepted-Jesus-Christ-as-your-Lord-and-Savior-because-if-not-hell-awaits-you box was checked years ago. 

    But once, maybe by mistake, they took me…

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    Mama Holy Spotted At SeaWorld

    Mama Holy Spotted At SeaWorld

    This week, along with millions of other blue blooded, medium-hard-working Americans, my family went on Spring Break. And it was all pretty hard. This is a travel log of sorts. Loads of complaining. Some bright spots. And some dark spots when Jesus showed up.

    Our kids are 2 and 6 years old. So we began every morning by ripping them away from the clutches of Disney Jr. so we could all head for the great tourist sites of San Antonio, Texas. 

    We stood in line for tickets for the Tower of the Americas. Twice. The first time they…

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    If This is Us, Then I Am Frank Gallagher

    If This is Us, Then I Am Frank Gallagher

    Every week millions of people tune in to watch the emotional, touching, and poignant This is Us and my Facebook newsfeed is all:

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    And every week I’m like:

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    I realize that writing about my dislike of the show is akin to social atheism. We all want to believe that our family story looks like the attractive, well-written characters we see played out each week. But you can count my country ass out.

    I do not like This is Us. It feels emotionally manipulative and unrealistic. But then again, I didn’t like Parenthood either. I KNOW. KICK ME…

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