Today we celebrate the Feast of George Herbert, Anglican priest and poet, who died in 1633.
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
It only took 40 years, but I finally realized that Valentine’s Day offers the opportunity to reflect on my love for the people nearest and dearest to me.
A poem for the season of Advent
Sarah Josepha Buell Hale’s Unprecedented Gratitude
Our family likes to celebrate and decorate for just about every holiday.
Poems, Prophecy, and Pockets
A few weeks ago it was “Poem in Your Pocket Day” at my kindergartener’s school. This is a day when each student is asked to bring a poem to school to share with her classmates.
Mary was a distant figure for me before having children. As a child she was the part in the nativity I never got to play (my short brown hair meant that I always lost out to my long blond-haired friends). As an adult, to me she was the venerated saint of Catholics, whose hailing brought a comfort I did not understand. I knew she was important, but I could not relate to her.