Suffering
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The Gift of Our Bodies
Quick update: If you didn’t know, I’ve started a Substack. Going forward, most of my writing will be moved to Substack. There, you will find
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A Thread of Gold Against the Inky Black
My little white candle flickered before my eyes as I joined my voice with the congregation. I watched the wax slowly glide down toward my
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Grief Oblivion
Grief floats through the air like smoke above us, entering our lungs—a breath thief. I look around to see hands wiping tears from eyes, looks
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The Boundary Lines of My Broken Body
This essay originally appeared on Calla Press Literary Journal. Somewhere between rage-cleaning the kitchen and a ten-minute tidy, I decide it’s time. I reach into
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Don’t Believe These Four Lies about Spiritual Abuse
This article was originally published on Core Christianity. The worship song lifted my soul as tears welled up like a dam, ready to be released.
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Gifts Forged in Grief
When plunking piano keys and singing at the top of my lungs turned to boredom, I asked to go outside. “Sure, baby. By the way,
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The Gift of Our Bodies
Quick update: If you didn’t know, I’ve started a Substack. Going forward, most of my writing will be moved to Substack. There, you will find
![](https://brittleeallen.com/app/uploads/2023/12/kier-in-sight-archives-Wzh1ezMwXvw-unsplash-300x225.jpg)
A Thread of Gold Against the Inky Black
My little white candle flickered before my eyes as I joined my voice with the congregation. I watched the wax slowly glide down toward my
![](https://brittleeallen.com/app/uploads/2023/11/nilufar-nattaq-7S-KwM9iGUA-unsplash-300x200.jpg)
Grief Oblivion
Grief floats through the air like smoke above us, entering our lungs—a breath thief. I look around to see hands wiping tears from eyes, looks
![](https://brittleeallen.com/app/uploads/2023/10/priscilla-du-preez-mU6U3pFQHo0-unsplash-300x200.jpg)
The Boundary Lines of My Broken Body
This essay originally appeared on Calla Press Literary Journal. Somewhere between rage-cleaning the kitchen and a ten-minute tidy, I decide it’s time. I reach into
![](https://brittleeallen.com/app/uploads/2023/09/nagesh-badu-nSn5Labyy-M-unsplash-300x198.jpg)
Don’t Believe These Four Lies about Spiritual Abuse
This article was originally published on Core Christianity. The worship song lifted my soul as tears welled up like a dam, ready to be released.
![](https://brittleeallen.com/app/uploads/2023/08/IMG_8551-scaled-e1691178185389-300x245.jpeg)
Gifts Forged in Grief
When plunking piano keys and singing at the top of my lungs turned to boredom, I asked to go outside. “Sure, baby. By the way,