For the moments you’re not feeling Easter
I confess: I got up yesterday morning—Easter Sunday—not feeling very Easter-ish. Which, by my definition, meant not feeling much joy. Which meant in turn that I felt guilty and ashamed…
Secure spaciousness: a place to explore
There are those times in life when you’re thrust into new spaciousness. You’re born, say, or you retire, or you go off on sick leave or move homes or lose…
Dearest Dad and Mom. . .
Would the leaving have been easier if I had been leaving in a white dress, passed from your arm to the arm of my groom? Or would it always have…