On Sisterhood

I spent last week pulled into a sisterhood so fiercely supportive, loving, and kind that it took my breath away. I have been awestruck by their generosity, encouragement, commitment to growth and to community. Their beautifully audacious boldness to chase their dreams and to encourage others along the way. I have returned home changed in…

On “Being Fat”

When I was seven years old, Sister Irene, an elderly nun that we used to visit occasionally on Sunday afternoons at an open convent community, made a comment about me to my parents, in front of me.  “You’d better keep an eye on Magda,” she said, as we sat in the cafeteria eating lunch, “you’d…