When Audrey was a newborn, I’d wake up each morning, so surprised and excited that I had a baby, and that there she still was,…
The Waiting
” In the waiting, we come to know ourselves more deeply: who we really are, what we hope for, and who we’ll become.” Grok Nation published…
Why I Told Anne Lamott My Husband Died
Modern Loss published a short piece of mine today. I wrote it last spring about an experience a whole year before. Like many of my…
Crossing the Date Line
“The reality of death has come upon us and a consciousness of the power of God has broken our complacency like a bullet in the…
Birdsong
If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart…
Permission
“This ordinary time is gifted in its quiet, marked passing Christ slips about calling and baptizing, sending and affirming, pouring his Spirit like water…
Tireless Messenger
To try to be brave is to be brave.” George MacDonald Today we are outside on our driveway blowing bubbles. It’s only May, and the…
Letting Go
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” Anais Nin…
A New Way of Being
Yet still the unresting castles thresh In fullgrown thickness every May. Last year is dead, they seem to say, Begin afresh, afresh, afresh. from…
Writing on My Birthday
Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit – Life! -Emily Dickinson It’s my 42nd birthday today.…