I resist.

I resist.

I resist by writing stories that heal hearts—
the hearts of closeted (and out!) queer folks,
of ex-fundies and joyfully Jewish souls,
of those seeking God and those who have found a spiritual home
in the most unexpected places.

I resist by giving my characters the love they deserve,
whether it’s soft or messy, queer or straight, monogamous or polyamorous—
love that holds no bounds but those they choose.

I resist by crafting women who are unapologetically themselves:
bold, bisexual, spiritual, sexy, sassy—
who embrace the sacred, the sensual, and the strength in their scars.

I resist by living proudly and loudly in my fat, queer body,
a body with its limited abilities and neurospiciness,
a body that holds multitudes,
and refuses to be diminished.

I resist by telling the truth,
about systemic oppression, about silenced voices,
about what it means to grieve, grow, and rise again.

I resist by giving my characters the healing and hope they seek.
I resist by celebrating the badass women of the Bible
as mothers, lovers, leaders, and rebels.

I resist by making space for everyone who embraces their feminine selves:
transwomen, nonbinary, and gender-nonconforming souls.
By giving my characters the courage to be seen and loved for who they are.

I resist by amplifying the stories that the world needs to hear.
Stories of love that wins, of triumph that whispers,
of people like me,
and people like you.