About the Author: Reba Riley

Saleswoman by day and writer by night, I'm the author of Post-Traumatic Church Syndrome: A Memoir of Humor and Healing in 30 Religions (Chalice Press, Fall 2014. Pre-order here) and the PTCS blogger at Patheos.com. When my article naming Post-Traumatic Church Syndrome went viral, I also became the accidental founder of the PTCS community. I believe in reverent irreverence, the power of spiritual healing, and a Godiverse that's way too big and beautiful to be contained by words. Seeker, artist and Ohio State Buckeye fan, I enjoy painting (badly), dancing (even worse), and drinking cheap wine with priceless friends (at this I excel).

  • Post-Traumatic Church Syndrome: A Memoir of Humor and Healing in 30 Religions

    By Published On: February 24, 2015

    Reba Riley’s twenty-ninth birthday was a terrible time to undertake a spiritual quest. For one, she was sick. For two, her chronic illness was untreatable, and it was slowly dismantling life as she knew it. But when her incurable physical condition forced her to focus on the spiritual injury she could fix–a whopping case of Post-Traumatic Church Syndrome — Reba undertook the challenge anyway: Visit thirty religions before her thirtieth birthday. This was to be transformation by spiritual shock therapy. She planned to find peace and healing … if it didn’t kill her first.

  • I’m in Love With My Husband….And Other People, Too

    By Published On: February 24, 2015

    If we’re truly honest with ourselves, we ought to fall in love several times a day. I know I do. People excite me. All kinds of people. All the time. I have to decide if I will act on my feelings or just let them exist. It’s not often appropriate to express all our feelings romantically. It’s not even necessary.

  • Seven Things We Forget When Our Resolutions Fail

    By Published On: January 28, 2015

    Our resolutions fail around the sixth day of January—or maybe the fifteenth if we’re really disciplined and really imaginative and really motivated—not because our inner child/artist/ is injured, or because we don’t actually want to change.