
Let Go or Get Dragged: Why Walking Away Is an Act of Love and Health
Let go, or get dragged. There comes a moment when your loyalty to others can’t come at the expense of

Let go, or get dragged. There comes a moment when your loyalty to others can’t come at the expense of

Those of us learning to live as recovering orphans often ache to prove that our lives have meaning. We hustle

Those of us struggling with an antagonizing orphan spirit have a strong need to be needed. We hopelessly want to

How Moral Debts Become Emotional Burdens for the Next Generation Some inherit wealth, land, or a leg… All of our

Scripture: “God sets the lonely in families.” — Psalm 68:6 We live in an age of unprecedented connection—and unbearable disconnection.

When I was a kid, silence was always welcome but rarely lasted long, and it was almost always interrupted by

In Minnesota, the Office of the Ombuds for Foster Youth released a troubling report this month: sibl… All of our

The government kept track of us on paper. Case files, intake forms, placement reports — a trail of our childhoods

An empty chair invites belonging. I used to be the one who filled the empty chair. At the Balls’ house

When you grow up in foster care, you learn the language of doors. Front doors that open with casseroles and

Let go, or get dragged. There comes a moment when your loyalty to others can’t come at the expense of

Those of us learning to live as recovering orphans often ache to prove that our lives have meaning. We hustle

Those of us struggling with an antagonizing orphan spirit have a strong need to be needed. We hopelessly want to

How Moral Debts Become Emotional Burdens for the Next Generation Some inherit wealth, land, or a leg… All of our

Scripture: “God sets the lonely in families.” — Psalm 68:6 We live in an age of unprecedented connection—and unbearable disconnection.

When I was a kid, silence was always welcome but rarely lasted long, and it was almost always interrupted by

In Minnesota, the Office of the Ombuds for Foster Youth released a troubling report this month: sibl… All of our

The government kept track of us on paper. Case files, intake forms, placement reports — a trail of our childhoods

An empty chair invites belonging. I used to be the one who filled the empty chair. At the Balls’ house

When you grow up in foster care, you learn the language of doors. Front doors that open with casseroles and