At Play in a Broken World
Last week, I had the privilege of sharing a piece as part of the Anselm Society’s first pub night. A (better) revision of the piece follows,…
This Mother Is a Debtor Too
In all this hurry I forgot to be kind / I got so worried that I lost my mind / By the way, I’m sorry
– Sara Groves, “Station Wagon”
Until I became a parent, I never knew there were so many ways to be unkind.
In the Kitchen, In Faith: A Return to the Basics
“I making food, Mommy.”
“What are you making?”
“Soup,” Little Jo says thoughtfully, arranging the tiny tea set. “And cook-ees, and noodews, and pancakes and bwooberries!”
“Oh my. Soup and noodles and pancakes and blueberries? That sounds–”
“And cookies.”
Then She Will Not Be Scared
Something I wrote two years ago for friends, which points me again to “choose the good portion, which will not be taken away,” this week…
The Terrible Awkwardness of Grief
I have never wished so intensely for an extrovert’s ease with people than when I’ve faced the grief of friends. Quietness and words come more…