I’m just a girl, sitting in front of a toddler, asking her not to throw her plate of food on the floor. At least that’s how most of my days begin and end.
I’m Emily. My
tyrannical dictator 5yo son calls me “mommy”, my 16 month old baby girl calls me “mama” , my best friend calls me wife, and we make our home in Northern California.
I spent 35 years inside Pentecostal and evangelical Christianity, trying desperately to fit a mold I was never meant to conform to. So one paragraph at a time, I will dismantle this white centered system of theological oppression even if it kills me. At the end of the day, if you believe in a divine power or not; the bottom line is, those that choose to stay in the church should not be made to feel less human because of who they love, what their gender, or the color of their skin. All of humanity is worthy of love and affirmation, equally.
And so, all are welcome in this space.
You can also find my many sides on social media: my Insta is mostly parenting and mom life. My Twitter is mostly theology, social justice and politics (with a sprinkle of parenting). So pick your poison or none at all.
My life has continued to evolve and so will this site.