Welcome to Grace and Space, a weekly newsletter from the Deconstructing Mamas Podcast! GRACE for who you have been, are now and SPACE for...

At 21, my hair was falling out in huge clumps and patches, to the point where I started wearing a hat at all times to cover my bald spots...

It starts so young. We ask ourselves: Who belongs? Do we? My heart broke as my five-year old came home from school one day in tears...

As we undergo the transformative process of deconstructing our faith, it gets super tricky with lots of challenges and opportunities.

Instead of criticizing your body, imagine being compassionate towards your already good body.

What music has played a healing part in your deconstructing/evolving faith journey?

What lies have you been told? We believe a healthy view of women hopefully prioritizes respect, equality, and dignity.

There are five overarching lies we've been taught about being a parent, with the first one being the foundation for the rest.

I will not abandon myself on the altar of trying to impress some system or group that serves itself and thrives on me doing so.

I grew up believing that my body was my enemy. All it wanted was to satisfy cravings that were selfish at best and ungodly at worst...

My ultimate goal is that folks like myself who are asking questions about the Bible, can find the freedom to do that.

God became a lover who is loved in return. We always say, “God is love." And love needs an object, an other, outside of the self.

“What if I’m not one of the elect,” she sobs into her aunt’s chest, “what if God hasn’t chosen me and I never see my mommy again?"

What is liminal space and why is it so important in our spiritual journeys? Also, what gift does winter have for us, if any?

Why does white privilege still exist? Why aren't more black voices heard and their stories told?

I want my child to use her voice, speak her truth, and be her glorious, outgoing, aggressively-friendly, joyfully exuberant self.

My universe feels as if it has imploded, my face is covered in tears, and I'm unsure of how to keep going. And that's okay...

My body was trying to communicate to me. I wouldn’t keep it up any longer. I needed to get out.

Now that I have children, I am doubling down on transformation of my pain over transmission of it.

Down deep in our hearts, we know that violence is antithetical to love. Yet we accept a God who loves and is violent at the same time. Why?