My grandfather on my mom’s side (known as Papa) was a veterinarian who loved horses.
Baptized in a Dram Shop Dress
Last summer some church paperwork requested my baptismal anniversary. Having no idea of the date, I consulted my early years photo album.
You’re a child of God and you’re made for glory, baby.
The origin of one of my most beloved Ash Wednesday traditions can be traced back to Game 7 of the 1988 NBA finals between Isaiah Thomas’s Detroit Pistons, and Kareem Abdul-Jabbar and Magic Johnson’s Los Angeles Lakers.
Scratching in the Cat Box of My Mind
Howard Thurman writes, “In the stillness of the quiet, if we listen, we can hear the whisper of the heart giving strength to weakness, courage to fear, hope to despair.”
The Evolution of Our Family’s Ash Wednesday Observance
My very first Ash Wednesday as a baptized member of the Episcopal Church was February 13, 2013. My husband was at home that evening with our infant son, John Paul, and I was at church alone. I
Silence and Slow Time: honoring Richard Meux Benson and Charles Gore, monks and mystics
Students found the idea of a week in silence more alarming than a week detoxing from substance abuse, but as full time high school English teachers, my husband and I treasured the time in silence and prayer.
The Bible and quantum physics teach us: our actions affect future generations.
What we do now will affect those born a century from now.
I tried “Free Listening.” I rediscovered that listening is priceless.
I went out on Free Listening Day not sure what would happen. I was reminded of what matters most.
Talking Scripture: You Can Go Home Again
Tonight I was blessed with a three-generation discussion about the Bible. I’m still pinching myself.
After the Holidays (with unchurched grandkids)
Our four-year-old granddaughter enjoyed retelling the Christmas story. So did I – until it took an unexpected turn.