Author Archives: Heidi Stauff

About Heidi Stauff

Ultimately ending up in Atlanta, Heidi's creative impulses followed many paths. She delivered middle-class, white-girl, angst to tens and twenties of Generation-Xers through the now defunct rock-band, Belljar. She designed hundreds of dresses for Disney-bound little girls. She birthed two babies she now homeschools, lost and then found her faith again, and writes about all of it in her free time: which is usually after midnight with a glass or three of wine.

Legalism, Christian Gaslighting and Religious Identity Politics.

Want to know why my generation and younger are leaving the church in droves? Because legalism is like bullshit and we can smell it a mile away. Continue reading

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The Dangers of Roblox

“Can we talk on the bed?” This is my 10-year-old daughter’s code for I did something questionable that I really want to talk to you about, but I’m afraid I’ll get in trouble.  Sitting on my bed is a safe … Continue reading

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Dr. Heidi to the Operating Room, Stat! — James Clark — The Next Iteration

Beware. This is not not a comfortable read. Especially if you call yourself a Christian. But it’s an awesome read. An important read. It’s like literary heart surgery for the soul with Heidi as the surgeon and includes a much-needed … Continue reading

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On Reading, Writing and Discouragement

Growing up,  I read everything I could get my hands on. My mother was a voracious reader and I devoured whatever she had lying around the house. I fell in love with Emily Bronte and Charlotte Bronte. As a shy eleven-year-old, … Continue reading

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the permanence of earth

She stands and stares out the window at the spot in the woods, unable to comprehend the permanence of the earth separating them, or how here can change to gone somewhere between breakfast and lunch without her knowing. She churns it over in her … Continue reading

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On Forsaking the brethren

Concerned relatives warned me not to but I grew tired  like a tree  falling in the forest  when no one is around to hear it each time left with less  than I started with until now there is nothing  but … Continue reading

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Fallen

I’ve been here before when I was younger  and still ricocheted off the concrete. Now, I lie like a stone and calculate the risks in standing back up, of leaving the permanence of pavement, and joining the long line of … Continue reading

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