As the end of another church year draws to a close, I remember that death and time separate me from both my beloved ancestors and the descendants I long to know.
Since childhood, I have been a devotee of Episcopal summer camp experience.
I love everything about this new season of Epiphany—chalking the doors, eating King Cake, wearing crowns, and reflecting on the light.
When suffering and grief inevitably find them, I want my children to be able to access the rituals of Allhallowtide
It’s 9 pm on a Tuesday evening, and my 9 and 11 year old boys have just finished their second full day of Camp Mama.