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Breathing Room: In Search of Sanctuary
Published 07/23/2014 at 11:42 a.m.
I pass a church, slow down, turn in the driveway. Perfect. A cool, empty place where I can sit quietly for a while, collect my thoughts. Light a candle for a friend who is near death. Breathe.
The Quality of Mercy: Forging the Link
Published 06/25/2014 at 11 a.m.
But my favorite definition of mercy has nothing to do with conferring gifts from on high. Mercy, I once read, is “entering into the chaos of another.” It’s a description that is as simple as it is daunting.
Girl Power: Pass It On
Published 05/28/2014 at 1:39 p.m.
Last Thanksgiving, counting our blessings, we happily took stock. The oldest grandchild was 8, the youngest 4. We counted ourselves rich. We counted ourselves lucky. We packed away the high chair, the musical mobile, the last of the sippy cups. ...
The Safe Side: Leaving Nothing to Chance
Published 04/23/2014 at 10:39 a.m. 2 Comments
There’s a lot to be said for the safe side, and I should know.
Vice and Virtue: Giving up on Judgment
Published 03/19/2014 at 11:05 a.m.
Swearing off chardonnay or Hershey bars for 40 days (Sundays and feast days excepted) had a certain old-school clarity about it that I almost miss.
Before and After: DIY, Spiritual Edition
Published 02/19/2014 at 10:15 a.m.
There comes a moment when everything appears to be in ruins, when the old is gone and the new is not yet in place. In life, as in home improvement, it is this moment I dread.
Under New Management: Let it Be
Published 01/15/2014 at 10:35 a.m.
So I’m cutting loose. What I will do with all the energy that went into my management job, I can’t yet imagine. It could probably power a giant turbine somewhere, or pull a monster truck.
Calendar Girl: The Holiday Machine Winds Down
Published 12/18/2013 at 11:07 a.m. 1 Comment
So here I am again, mid-December, cranking up the holiday machine. The gears sound a little rusty, but I gun the engine and push on.
Soul Mates: Bridging the Distance
Published 11/20/2013 at 11:16 a.m. 1 Comment
It’s November, month of remembrance. In my church, the names of the dead are written on large pieces of poster board placed on the altar. By November 2nd, the boards are full.
Season's Greeting: Are We There Yet?
Published 10/23/2013 at 10:10 a.m.
How can I be done when the light keeps gilding buildings and bridges and even bus shelters, turning the most utilitarian piles of brick and steel into instant monuments?