Author: Jennifer Greenberg
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Why I Changed My Name From Jennifer Grassman to Jennifer Greenberg
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 albums, posters, social media accounts, and in press coverage. When I married Jason Greenberg in 2006, my maiden name was already everywhere. On merchandise, marketing…
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Harvey Weinstein: Why Did No One Speak Up?
Circling the rubble of Harvey Weinstein’s imploded reputation are an assortment of buzzardly lies and rumors. Some people don’t understand the motivations of an abuser. Others don’t understand why abuse victims would keep silent for years, even decades. Here are a few of the misunderstandings, and a bit of clarification, regarding the chemistry of an…
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The Cursed Blessing of Depression
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 yard, and feeling your unmistakable presence. I promised you then, that whenever I talked to myself, I was actually talking to you. My childhood became…
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Reactionary Atheism: When Evil Is Bigger Than God
Some of the most pain-riddled people you will ever encounter will call themselves atheists. While some atheists are calmly secure in their unbelief, others lash out at Christians with vehemence. I call these people, “reactionary atheists,” because often they do in fact believe in God. I know this because they are so very angry at…
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When There’s No Room Left To Grieve
Late Sunday night, Stephen Paddock opened fire on a crowd of 22,000 country music festival attendees from the 32nd floor of Mandalay Bay Hotel & Casino in Las Vegas. Today, Tom Petty died. Tomorrow, some new horror will play out on the evening news. I think back to September 11, 2001. I think that day…
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Hugh Hefner & The Legacy of Pornography
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. They mourn as if a great benefactor of humanity has been lost. These people do not comprehend the true nature of Hugh Hefner’s pornography. They do…
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The Woman | A Short Story
She looked at him, lovingly. Her eyes were a cool gray. Her skin a translucent white. Her hair like silver spiderwebs hung about her like curtains gently swaying before an open window on an autumn afternoon. No one could see her. But she could see them. She smiled, sadly. He was a young man with…
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Theology Of The OA: The Anteroom Of Death
Recently Jason and I watched Netflix‘s esoteric series, The OA. Without giving away too may spoilers, the show centers around two basic ideas: The afterlife is simply another dimension. Life exists after death, but in a sense that is too complex and arsty-fartsy for us to grasp in this stage of our existence. Society is…
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How Did We Come To This Place?
Many people likely think I’m foolish for voting 3rd Party for Evan McMullin (I know, I feel the eye-rolls), but if you have a few minutes and an open mind, I’d like to explain my reasons. As someone who survived child abuse, I have never been able to stand idly by when I recognize evil. To me,…
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If King David Had Been A Stay At Home Mom, Psalm 1
The following is the first in a series of faux-Psalms, inspired by the elegant writing style of the Psalmists as well as the plight of the average stay at home mom. I considered calling them Molms, but I was concerned no one would get it. While humorous in nature, don’t assume for a second these aren’t actual prayers…
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