Friends, we did it. We wrote a book.
Yesterday, on day two, I awoke before the rest of our household and read the news, as I typically do each morning. The difference was yesterday as I read the news, my white prayer pumpkin was sitting in front of me.
Some days it’s hard for me to think about the last 24 months or so. I have gone from being an 18-month plan-ahead kind of person to a taking-it-one-day-at-a- time kind of person.
The choices our adult children make might surprise us. Be ready for anything and open to the Spirit.
In a regular year, last Sunday would have been “Rally Day” at my church.
A scene from that quirky 1993 movie Household Saints had been on my mind, and I found myself watching well beyond the part I intended to revisit.
I have my share of impulsive freak-outs when I glance at the couch from the kitchen and see my tween daughters in their favorite spots staring at their screens again.
We are inching ever-closer to the “first Tuesday after the first Monday in the month of November,” and whether you live in one of the five states that vote by post, plan to early vote, or are an enthusiastic wait-in-line, sticker-wearing, day-of participant, our most notorious opportunity for civic engagement is upon us.
I recently had a conversation with someone about their autistic son. It wasn’t a comfortable chat, being marked with regret and sadness and questions about faith. I
When the social isolation impacts of the Coronavirus began, I was talking to my kids’ shared godmother about how she was doing.