Since I was sixteen, singing songs at coffee houses and selling $5 home-burned CDs of my music, I marketed myself as Jennifer Grassman. My maiden name is on all my … Continue reading Why I Changed My Name From Jennifer Grassman to Jennifer Greenberg
We’ve been through a lot together, you and I. You were always there, no matter how horrible things got. I remember as a young child, making mud-pies in the back … Continue reading The Cursed Blessing of Depression
As someone whose childhood was severely damaged by pornography, I find it difficult to be undisturbed by the sorrow which so many have expressed at the passing of Hugh Hefner. … Continue reading Hugh Hefner & The Legacy of Pornography
I’m about to be super transparent. I don’t know why I feel the need to put that disclaimer at the beginning of this post, but there it is. The following isn’t … Continue reading Joy With A Backdrop Of Sorrow
I was about 11 years old when I realized that my dad didn’t love me. I remember praying and telling God, “You need to be my Father. You need to … Continue reading Father’s Day For The Fatherless: Let This Bring You JOY!
Dear Dad I Never Had, As you know, we have never met. It’s not because I didn’t have a dad. I did. I had a biological father, but he didn’t … Continue reading Dear Dad I Never Had: I Miss You. I Love You. Happy Father’s Day.
Any time I read the Bible to the girls, I paraphrase using words they’ll understand. My 3 year old interjects her own interesting ideas, which often reveal how she as a toddler comprehends the Bible. Here’s a transcript of the adorable hilarity that went down this afternoon:
This is how Psalm 23 goes when you’re reading to a 3 year old, a 1 year old, and a 3 month old: The Lord is my Shepherd, I … Continue reading Psalm 23: The Reading Aloud Mom Version
I remember the moment, 9 years ago, that my dad-in-law looked at my wedding ring diamond under a microscope. He said, “I’d know your diamond anywhere. It has a really … Continue reading We are diamonds.
I dearly miss the smell of books, the crunch of a sewn binding, and the feel of holding a whole world in my hands. There is a kind of ownership … Continue reading I Dearly Miss the Smell of Books
I remember it so well. I was about 4 or 5 years old, and I was playing in the dirt in my backyard in Memphis, Tennessee. I remember scooping dirt … Continue reading The First Time I Spoke With God