When you need help
What do you do in those moments when you’re afraid you’ve got it all wrong—that something you said or did was off the mark? I had to wrestle through that…
“No longer my own”: the good news
The Sunday bulletin slipped through the mail slot in my door. I’d been home sick and a friend had dropped it off. I read the simple liturgy used that week…
What the trees are teaching me
The steps where I stretch my calves each morning are covered, now, with crimson and brown and gold. Fragments of life fallen, flung, surrendered for a season in the certainty…