By Trista Hendren When I grew up, God was a MAN. I was a sinner in need of His salvation for my many transgressions. This view hampered my life until my mid-thirties when everything completely fell apart. It pains me to write this, but the reality is this: I was never taught that I mattered. I came from a loving family but the emphasis was on meeting the needs of men, no matter what the cost to women. I watched my mother make a lot of sacrifices for all of us – and despite th

By Keiko Zoll, (From Hannah Wept, Sarah Laughed, June 18, 2011) Today’s post is in conjunction with the Blog-A-Licious Blog Tour: a fantastic blog hop that brings together bloggers of all genres, backgrounds and locations. In today’s hop, the blog featured before mine is Karen’s But I Digress. The blog featured after me is the captivating Catherine at Idea City. Do stop by and say hello plus some of us are having giveaways and contests. Enjoy! For this Blog Tour, we were aske

By Keiko Zoll (Hannah Wept, Sarah Laughed, November 10, 2009) Dear- Well, this leaves me at an impasse. I’m writing a letter to someone I have never met, never named. Let’s try this again, shall we? I began this letter as an exercise in grief, in letting go. The goal was simple: write a letter to the genetic child I’ll never have – a textbook psychotherapy homework assignment. Each time I would craft some eloquent opening in my head, rolling it around on my tongue without com