On Palm Sunday we hear about a tragedy that unfolds at the hands of tyrants and a destructive empire.
Trusting That Our Lives Have Meaning
Bedtime is always a time of revelation and sometimes self-revelation in our household, particularly with our youngest child who is eight-years-old. We have noticed since Thanksgiving that he has been easily frustrated, trying out unsavory words on his older brother, and bursting into tears quite regularly.
Responding to Hate by Being Together
“What do you remember about last night?” “Just being cold and wet.” I was talking with my nine-year-old daughter while we walked to school about […]
Dr. Ford, Judge Kavanaugh, and Talking to the Children We Love
Editor’s Note: There is a sexual assault content warning for the following post. It was written yesterday in response to the testimony and questioning on […]
Talking to Kids about Gun Violence
It’s happened. Again. We knew that it would, but it still shocks us. This time it was a high school in Santa Fe, Texas. While […]
It’s Christ’s World, Not Harvey Weinstein’s
Bodies are whole and holy; both our own and those of others are to be treasured and respected.
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.