There is always tension in women's gymnastics between athleticism, grace, performance, and eros.

It's all too easy when talking about female gymnasts to fall into the trap of infantilizing them, spending more time worrying more about female vulnerability than we do celebrating female strength.

I think about my mother every day. But usually the thoughts are fleeting - she crosses my mind like a spring cardinal that flies past the edge of your eye: startling, luminous, lovely... gone.

My whole life, I had been taught to read and study, to seek understanding in knowledge of history, of cultures.

Christians must share their faith in obedience to the Great Commission, because we are only seeing the fruit of sin this side of death.

I am not a depressive person at all, but I reflect a lot on my life, and life in general, from the perspective of death.

Death is final. No it is not just final, it's worse than that, it's diminishing: the dead continue to decrease, to occupy less space.

I have an irrational fear that I'm going to have a gruesome and untimely death because so many wonderful things are happening to me.