Upon occasion, we have the privilege and honor to sit with the dying, to accompany death as she visits and extinguishes the flame of life afore us.
“When you were a child, who taught you how to grieve?”
The kids have grown but the washing machine has not. Loads fill more quickly than in the days before hormone body odors kicked in.
It’s been a month of loss in our house.
Last week as the kids and I arrived at Operation Kindness animal shelter for our weekly hour of volunteer work, I noticed Big Sugar was in a room off the front lobby. Big Sugar is one of our favorite dogs at the shelter.
Last night my husband and I went to see the movie based on Fred Roger’s ministry, Won’t You Be My Neighbor. In the 1980s, his show […]
How would we know love, true love, without its companion death?
I am moved by the willing courage of a young person saying yes to God’s adventure. And I’m grateful for Mary, still bearing God to us.
Before my mom died, I faced Lent with a kind of calculated resolve. Now the season opens up differently for me, into a sort of invitation.