Writing, Parenting, and Working in the Mess: Authentic Spirituality and Social Justice

I rode into the town where I currently live for the first time in the spring of 2000 for my job interview. I wanted to put Phoenix behind me. I’d gone there in love with the desert, and I still dream that landscape—the path I hiked every day in my last year there to the top of South Mountain, the rattlesnake’s tail-drumming, the ocotillo’s bright yellow blossoms, the feeling of being always on the edge. And I was on the edge in every way—the only safe place I had was that path, those walks—I needed to get out. And so, of course, I fell in love with the flat nothingness immediately. The prairie didn’t feel like nothingness—after the mountainous, hot, suffocating desert, the prairie felt open and new and alive, but I wasn’t really seeing it. I saw pieces of the landscape—the corn’s floppy ears, the purple coneflowers straining their one-eyed, wild-haired faces toward the sun, the wetland’s pimpled-green, stagnant surface. If I had an eye at all when I arrived, it wasn’t a ...

When I lived in Cincinnati just after graduating college, I used to go once a month or so on a retreat at a place called Grailville. It was an all-women spiritual space, and back then, if I’m remembering correctly, I could get a room with a large window, a comfortable bed, an electric blanket and handmade quilt, and a small desk for about $15 a night. It was a beautiful place with walking paths in the woods, a meditation room, and a dining hall (with all organic meals and an indoor compost), or, if you preferred, a small kitchenette that was private. I’d go on group writing and spiritual retreats there, too, but I loved knowing that once a month, I’d have this time and space away from it all, on my own. What was I escaping exactly? I can’t say for sure. I lived alone, unless you count my anti-social cat. But I had a wide circle of friends back then, friends that stopped over regularly, friends that were like family. I also had a few intense, short-term relationships that felt all...