We started to hear rumblings of a teachers’ strike just a couple of days before it happened.
I held high hopes for tomatoes this summer.
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.
With each new day, the weight of the world seems to rest on our shoulders. There is new hope, but with it comes fresh exhaustion.
Christmas isn’t canceled. The New Year is coming, fresh and frosty.
All of the fault lines dividing us that have been exploited in American culture over the last four years will still be intact no matter when the ballots finish being counted and no matter who wins.
The feast of Saint Julian finds me during a time when I need her.
“Do not fear what they fear, and do not be intimidated, but in your hearts sanctify Christ as Lord. Always be ready to make your […]
Terrified women share an experience with men they trust, but the men don’t believe them. They say the women are lying. One of these women in particular is publicly shamed and labeled with the slanderous reputation of being a prostitute.
“The Triumph of the Innocents” reframes the story. Ultimately, Herod lost.