The purple paraments in the church sanctuary announced the season to all who entered on Sunday. With the last bits of Thanksgiving leftovers still in the fridge ready for our lunch, Advent began, heralding the coming of Jesus … Read more
I recently wrote a heartfelt essay about living alone and the merits, both personally and culturally, of singleness and the space it provides. That article was published on a Friday at TheHighCalling.org. I responded to comments that day, interacted with friends who read the article, and continued to think about the very full life I […] Read more
Writing these personal reflections about Advent each day has become more than just a writing exercise. By now, it is more like a spiritual discipline, an act of faith that when I sit down to write each day that Jesus will have done something in my life and I will have the spiritual eyes to […] Read more
At holiday parties over the weekend, I saw some friends I hadn’t seen in a while. Even as we were catching up, talking about work and family and church activities, I knew the dreaded question would come. It’s always well-meaning, and it always makes me feel cared for. But my answer never satisfies anyone. Including […] Read more
Last week at work, I was talking with my boss about some upcoming duties, and in a moment of clarity, I realized that I was in over my head on a couple of projects. I asked her if there was any way we could change things around a bit, and she said it would be […] Read more
I’ve been swimming three times in the past week. Big deal, you might be saying. It IS summer after all. But it’s just Thursday, I’ve been working 10 hour days, and I don’t actually belong to a neighborhood pool. And did I mention that I sunburn easily? For me to go swimming three times in […] Read more
She didn’t know much about the world back then, the 10-year-old girl whose parents had split and whose world had turned upside down. It was 1981, and the fear of Iranians and oil shortages was still palpable. But the bigger fear was a family dividing. A couple of years before, Rhonda, on the playground, had […] Read more
