Finding grace in a fearful word
Sometimes I encounter a perfectly good word that has, in my mind, grown into a bad word. And sometimes I’m invited to let that word become itself again, a neutral…
Sometimes I encounter a perfectly good word that has, in my mind, grown into a bad word. And sometimes I’m invited to let that word become itself again, a neutral…
“Push into the burning,” I used to tell laboring women when their time to push had come. Some did it naturally, unable to hold back from the powerful forces at…
Last year, for the first time, I had a little balcony. I tucked four small Impatiens plants into each long planter and watched as they quickly spread and poured over…