I have these distant memories from childhood, when the words in my mind would all start to speak at once. A whirlwind of voices ran circles through little Michelle’s mind, and I couldn’t slow them down or quiet them. That same energy — very hard to name yet so easily felt — would find its way into my dreams, not as words but as strange acts: jumping off high points like swing sets or my grandmother’s staircase, accompanied by that dropping feeling in my stomach. Both the voices and the dreams...

The earliest known depictions of the divine are overwhelmingly feminine. The first sacred symbols we have, etched in stone, shaped in...

Episode Six with Pedro Abreu After a summer break, The Confession Book  returns with an episode close to my heart. This week I sat down...