On my wedding anniversary, I found myself browsing through old photo albums on Facebook.
When Hope is a Discipline, Everything Changes
We started to hear rumblings of a teachers’ strike just a couple of days before it happened.
Shouldering Our Way through Good Friday
Shouldering is a way of moving upwards, out of the darkness and into the light. Not unlike human shoulders that shrug and scrunch, sometimes toward the ears and sometimes back down toward the belly, when a vegetable is good and ready it will scrunch and shoulder toward the sky.
Advent finally showed up
Advent came a little later than expected this year.
Clinging to Hope Amid Failed Expectations
I held high hopes for tomatoes this summer.
Down in the gullies, you make springs to rise
Have you ever had one of those palm-to-forehead moments?
My Piece to Own
How are we to respond when we’ve been wronged?
Remembering Our Collective Oppression
I saw it again the other day: she took a wide berth, or perhaps I should say, she gave me a wide berth.
Hope is still there
This year, Ash Wednesday looked like parking in a 12-minute spot on the corner of Bay and Montecito and walking up to the front step of our church building.
The Dark Ancient Truth of O Come, O Come, Emmanuel
Usually, by the time December rolls around, I am ready for the Advent season to come around as well.