On reveling in the present moment as you grow into all that you are: autistic, loving, joyful, and free My precious one, I love your smile. I’ve never seen such twinkling eyes, such pure sweetness. I thank God for each smile, each laugh, remembering when they were much harder to come by not so longContinue reading “A letter to my son”
Author Archives: Ellie Hunja
Doing what makes me come alive
In 2021, I decided that I’m going to write. It started out as a whisper. While making my (first-ever) vision board last month, the word “WRITE” in a cute font stood out in a magazine, so I pasted it right at the top. I’ve always loved to write; I love the way it pulls tangled thoughtsContinue reading “Doing what makes me come alive”
I’m Learning To Let My Children Grow Into Who God Intended Them To Be
“I learned a long time ago that my children would inherit one of two things: either God’s promises, or my fears.” — Lisa Bevere I don’t consider myself a fearful person. I’m free-spirited, tend to wear my heart on my sleeve, and don’t map out my future with much detail. Enter parenting. Suddenly two people existContinue reading “I’m Learning To Let My Children Grow Into Who God Intended Them To Be”
“Sir, I’m sorry you don’t know me” and other MLK quotes
I took this photo from behind the pastor’s pulpit at Dexter Avenue Baptist Church. While interning for the SPLC in Montgomery, AL in 2008, I had the honor of attending this church, where Dr. King began his journey as a pastor and organizer. As a teen, I was enthralled by the history of the CivilContinue reading ““Sir, I’m sorry you don’t know me” and other MLK quotes”
Our default setting: the audacity of white supremacy
The morning after last week’s U.S. Capitol Insurrection, my 6-year-old, Keziah, and I went on a mommy-daughter date to celebrate the end of winter break. We laid out an adorable picnic near a pond, played a game of Candyland, and giggled as the ducks ducked their heads underwater and helped clean one another’s feathers. LastContinue reading “Our default setting: the audacity of white supremacy”
On white exceptionalism
Last May, I had just finished a wonderful book (Untamed by Glennon Doyle) and so, in true stalker fashion, Facebook started giving me all kinds of ads about it. One was a book club enthusiastically describing Glennon (a white woman) as “the” voice of today’s women. A Latina woman commented to the effect of “um,Continue reading “On white exceptionalism”
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