In one of the premarital counseling sessions with my wife, the therapist asked us about gender roles in our relationship.
A season of loss
It’s been a month of loss in our house.
My Cousin-Sister in Gallup, New Mexico
Autumn is a firstborn daughter, like me, and sixth months my senior. Unlike me, her dad—an artist, teacher and retired cross country coach—is Navajo (Diné).
Celebrating Pentecost at Home
It’s been fifty days since Easter Day. Fifty days. Seven Weeks. An entire liturgical season spent physically distancing from our church families.
Our Sunday Morning Diaspora
I had it fully mapped out in my head what an excellent Sunday morning we were going to have, which was the first sign that it was definitely going to go in another direction.
To Do or To Be: That is the Question
I miss, no ache, for busyness. In busyness, we find temporary worth, and get an “importance-rush” that nails us to the hamster wheel of frenzy. […]
Liturgical Time Capsule
The idea came to me when I was gathering up the stubs of taper candles that we used for our Easter Vigil.
Compassion in a Pandemic
For the past eight weeks, my home base has been designated the Special Pathogens Unit of the hospital, which delivers vital care for hospitalized patients infected with COVID-19.
Martyrs of the Sudans and Small Incarnations
When I was in high school, we moved to the Diocese of Southwestern Virginia, which had a long-term companion relationship with the Episcopal Church of Sudan.
You are forgiven.
As a Generation X woman, working mother, clergy spouse, and people pleaser, I’ve often felt the “damned if we do, damned if we don’t” pull inside myself.