HP Rivers

  • Rebecca’s Garden

    Rebecca’s Garden Written by Helen Rose For the Unitarian Universalist Church of Tallahassee’s Flower Communion Sunday, March 8, 2020 From the first day they met, Rebecca and Rachel were inseparable. As children, they were the best of friends, and as they got older, they fell in love. They were married in the mountains in the…

    HP Rivers

  • Gay Street

    We’re standing on Gay Street Under your huge rainbow umbrella On our very first absolutely-not-a-date The very first time I realize We are absolutely Not getting out of here the same. The lavender latte I had that night Tasted like soap. It was not good. But I would probably smile Through a mug of actual…

    HP Rivers

  • 2019 Was [Good As] Hell

    Sometimes, Love breaks your heart wide open to clear away what no longer serves you and to open the door to new possibilities.

    HP Rivers

  • Christianity-Informed Patriarchy in the United States as a System of Oppression

    This paper and presentation are the product of two semesters of work at East Tennessee State University. I am proud of myself for the quality of the work and just for completing it, especially in the midst of single parenting, relocating to a new state, starting a new career, and continuing on the beautiful and…

    HP Rivers

  • “Angels of the Get Through”

    I always thought “chase your dreams” was something people just said but didn’t mean. I’m in awe at the way the Universe has showed up for me, and I don’t have to go any further than my kitchen to see the most spectacular gifts she has shared with me on this journey.

    HP Rivers

  • Set Sail on the Ally-Ship

    Set Sail on the Ally Ship A Time for All Ages Written by Helen Rose Delivered at the Unitarian Universalist Church of Tallahassee Sunday, July 14, 2019 This is an original piece by Helen Rose. Feel free to use for worship with proper credit given to the author. Email Helen with any questions. Invite young…

    HP Rivers

  • Anam Cara

    If this was the 1800’s I’d send you a postcard with violets on the front So two hundred years later We could find it in an antique store And see our yearning Memorialized in the pristine script Of friends of years long passed

    HP Rivers