Jessica Zan

My daughter Lulu doesn’t look like me. She doesn’t look like anyone. She doesn’t look like her differently organized genetics, or like a ...

Let me tell you what love looks like. Love looks like whole heartedly scooping someone into your world to offer them their first taste o...

Born to my consciousness around 1983, in a Victorian home in Washington, IL, George left this life April 17, 2019. At that time he ...

I’m aware this notion is informed by the privileges I experience. And, it changes me. Relinquishing the illusion of control wrecks me....

It turns out there isn’t definitive evidence having a child with special needs increases divorce rates. Some studies lean yes, some no....

There are people who live in the halls of suffering. We frequent the collection points for the worst bits of what living the human exp...

I’m so spent. I turned on the tv after work and pulled my girls onto my lap. It’s the height of what parenting I can give right now. Lulu’s...

I love you. The whole of you. The skin, in its variations. The heart, in its generosity. The body, in its elastic variability. The spirit, ...

It's hard for me to make sense of what I do "for a living." Those quotation marks denote sarcasm, in this case. I went to uni...

It turns out your shenanigans and missteps and oopsies may be an important part of what people love about you, when things are said and...

Some of us will make it within spitting distance of 100. Most of us will some day depend on other bodies to care for our body. I h...

Yesterday, a patient, shaking, naked, and bereft of the control over his body that he's had since toddler years told me, "I want...

This dreadful year. We chose power over peace. Rhetoric over dialogue. Boundaries over generosity. Strength over vulnerability. The presen...

A thin cord snakes down the length of a pole and into the belly of the baby sleeping in the manger – feeding her. Today, god is a tubie*. Pi...

I have your sunglasses I have your heartache You have my daughter's tiny black slipper Its partner graces my living room floor Lives spl...

A speech in memory of the victims of Orlando, compiled from this moment, and too many other reactions to other moments of violence. ...

Facebook offered me my 2015 year in review. I immediately felt nervous. 2015 has been the hardest year of our lives (Jason and I rea...

Thanks to Melissa Kircher for this rendering of my words. See her writing and other works here .

Taken on one of my many trips to the Bombing Memorial Tomorrow Oklahoma pauses to reflect on a searing, scarring day for all of us. The...

Photo by  Rev. Amy Rogers: We're interested in your reaction to how the cross frames the word Division. I wore a cross around my n...