My body has always been an external “thing” to me. I don’t ever remember thinking of it as a real part of me, as material to my identity and personhood. I have always valued it mainly for the praise or censure it has garnered from others, whether other people seemed to approve of (or consider enviable) my weight, … More To Contend With: Physical Reality and Identity
I’ve never had a growth spurt in the entire course of my life. I stared out about 18″ long and gradually inched my way up (by units of measure smaller than inches; inches would have constituted a growth spurt, after all) to my adult height of 5’2″. The rest of my life seems to inch … More Timing is Everything. (Or, how my mind hopped from timing to individualism to the communal consequences of sin).
As a woman dealing with infertility, I have a strained relationship to my body – it deviates from what I want it to do; without my permission, it has changed the course of my life. In what sense is my body “me” in this state of affairs? I think women often disassociate from their bodies … More Am I my body? The importance of materiality:
Sometimes, when I am feeling particularly desperate and alone, I traverse the internet looking for kindred spirits – for their written wisdom, comfort, and companionship. I haven’t found many that deal explicitly and in-depth with the twin subjects that are just below the surface of most of my thoughts: infertility and Christian theology. I won’t … More Introductions: on companionship