Mary, A Story about Freedom
We worked side-by-side for two hours, me snatching glances to see how a septuagenarian was keeping up with me and her admitting I was “quite a worker!”
Elaine Schnabel (’11) spent her twenties traveling, blogging, and earning various master’s degrees. Now earning her PhD at the University of North Carolina in organizational communication, Elaine researches and writes at the intersection of religion and communication. You can find her blogging at Religious (Not Crazy).
by Elaine Schnabel | Jul 11, 2018 | 0 comments
We worked side-by-side for two hours, me snatching glances to see how a septuagenarian was keeping up with me and her admitting I was “quite a worker!”
by Elaine Schnabel | Jun 11, 2018 | 3 comments
Why do we expect God to be sexually pure? As a woman, it’s fun to realize God and I have that in common.
by Elaine Schnabel | May 11, 2018 | 0 comments
The musty smell of those stairwells matters to me in a way that the bare truth of Evangelical forms of craziness never could.
by Elaine Schnabel | Apr 11, 2018 | 0 comments
When I enter a library or a bookstore, I get a sense of the divine mystery, the excitement of majesty and wonder.
by Elaine Schnabel | Mar 11, 2018 | 0 comments
I didn’t swerve around the pothole because I didn’t see it. In many ways, I’ve forgotten how to look outside myself and outside my culture.
by Elaine Schnabel | Feb 11, 2018 | 0 comments
For a moment, I got lost in space and time. Sunday morning church was above me, and I had to look for the bookshelves and study carrels to remember that a library was around me.
by Elaine Schnabel | Jan 11, 2018 | 0 comments
You bring people together and you bring nerds out of the woodwork. You encourage writers and you inspire dreamers.
by Elaine Schnabel | Dec 11, 2017 | 0 comments
One of the best critiques of our generation is that we are so busy deconstructing things, we stand for nothing.
by Elaine Schnabel | Nov 11, 2017 | 0 comments
My body went hot, my hands shook with James’, and I felt again for the first time in over a decade what it really feels like to fear your peers.
by Elaine Schnabel | Oct 11, 2017 | 0 comments
1. Be the curse. There is an admirable and horrifying impulse in the human heart to pretend that life is okay when it is not.
by Elaine Schnabel | Sep 11, 2017 | 0 comments
When a church breaks, her people realize they broke her themselves. By not acknowledging the extent of our own broken fingers and bent hearts, we pursued something that might not have been the gospel.
by Elaine Schnabel | Jul 11, 2017 | 0 comments
Lucky for me, The Hot Room was offering a free event at a local park last week.
by Elaine Schnabel | Jun 11, 2017 | 0 comments
I’ve never gone to a movie theater with the bar of expectations so low as I did for Wonder Woman.
by Elaine Schnabel | May 11, 2017 | 0 comments
When I got home one day and saw him pathetically trying to work, I summoned up the vision of the ideal wife and did what she would do.
by Elaine Schnabel | Apr 11, 2017 | 0 comments
My students rarely say “no,” however. They say “It’s difficult” or “I’m tired,” because from their perspective they are trying.
by Elaine Schnabel | Mar 11, 2017 | 0 comments
Unfortunately, while one “bad” student—disruptive, selfish, rude—could derail an entire semester for an entire class, the opposite is not true.
by Elaine Schnabel | Feb 11, 2017 | 0 comments
Driving in Cambodia is not a careful endeavor. It is not orderly. The rules are, at best, flexible.
by Elaine Schnabel | Jan 11, 2017 | 0 comments
We started talking about all the shit she got done in Rogue One.
Unfortunately, it turns out Jyn gets zero shit done in Rogue One.
by Elaine Schnabel | Dec 11, 2016 | 0 comments
I can’t be the only woman who read his post and thought, “You’re kidding, right?” I can’t be the only woman who read his post searching for the punchline.
by Elaine Schnabel | Nov 11, 2016 | 0 comments
Tell me: am I using the wrong words? Wearing the wrong clothes? When I say “black lives matter,” why does it translate into “yours doesn’t”?
by Elaine Schnabel | Oct 11, 2016 | 0 comments
Maybe by the time I’m ninety-six or ninety-seven I’ll see things differently. Maybe I’ll see divine love in the allowance of racial violence, torture, and marginalization.
by Elaine Schnabel | Sep 11, 2016 | 0 comments
I reach for something on the floor, feel a breeze on my chest, and we both realize why the shirt has been so long closeted. “Oh,” I say. “Damn.”
by Elaine Schnabel | Aug 10, 2016 | 0 comments
Some of the men on my team couldn’t find a passing lane—offensively or defensively—if their lives depended on it, but no one notices that.
by Elaine Schnabel | Jul 11, 2016 | 0 comments
Last night I met a twenty-something who is in her last year of undergraduate work. She seemed so young, so bright-eyed and comfortable. I swear I heard my knees creak.
by Elaine Schnabel | Jun 11, 2016 | 1 comment
Entitled. Selfish. Hostile. Angry. Fearful.
by Elaine Schnabel | May 11, 2016 | 0 comments
This was a tantrum that got out of hand, causing me to forget that my desires are not the most important thing in the world.
by Elaine Schnabel | Apr 11, 2016 | 0 comments
Some people live in the past, but I prefer the future. When I slip into bed every night, I am waiting for the next good thing.
by Elaine Schnabel | Mar 11, 2016 | 0 comments
There is power in naming our fears, so here it is: I fear that sort of adulthood. The knowing sort. I fear it because it is a foolish and finite sort of adulthood.
by Elaine Schnabel | Feb 11, 2016 | 0 comments
But the bottle cap has disappeared into the space beneath the big, cold, white box. She has long since learned that is a dark place from which bottle caps do not return. She does not mourn its loss.
by Elaine Schnabel | Jan 11, 2016 | 0 comments
I’ve missed Saturdays. It’s been years since I had a proper one. In fact, it’s possible that I never have.