Your Heart, His Home
“Take heart” in this sacred need
It started with a terrible crush I had on a drummer. “Alex” was living in Alaska for the summer, spending... Read more
What my crocuses know about Easter
A few weeks after I had a rather alarming lump removed in a somewhat unexpected surgery that was insanely expensive,... Read more
Remembering “Miss K,” the kindness of a mother, and the mercy of the Father
“Miss K” was an exercise in the incongruous. She couldn’t have weighed much more than a spring robin, but she... Read more
Get on your knees, dummy
It was a rather odd little flare-up of multiple sclerosis. I’d gradually gone numb from my lower back, down the... Read more
The spiritual exercise of dropping your daily nets
My house is a spectacular mess. I keep waiting for someone from the government to show up in a Hazmat... Read more
Keeping watch in the little hours
When the good folks who organize perpetual adoration are trying to recruit adorers – a formidable and honorable task to... Read more
Make some desert in your Advent
It was just one of those days. I found myself sitting at my desk, overwhelmed with work and deadlines and... Read more
My gentle man, my good master
Make no mistake, my husband is a man’s man. For his “bachelor party” my siblings gave him a day at... Read more
Making peace with “sister”
You know you’ve crossed some mystical threshold in aging or illness the moment that water aerobics begins to look, well... Read more
Mercy works
When we met, Tammy had yet to reach her twenty-fifth birthday. It was her second stint in prison, this time... Read more
If a good man is hard to find
If a good man is hard to find, maybe you’re not looking in the right places. Case in point: A... Read more
A grace ovation
As a gift to my brother on the occasion of his ordination years ago, I told him that I would... Read more
Getting to forgiven
Some years ago, a woman told a lie about me that caused some serious harm and was tremendously painful to... Read more
To sink, or to dance
My friend, I’ll call her “Veronica,” goes for the spiritual jugular, so to speak. It’s almost as if she avails... Read more
Breaking into the ordinary
When I was a child, I loved most the wise men of our nativity set for their grandeur and color... Read more
To “listen” one another
There’s a quote I keep in my office from Douglas Steere, the Quaker, and I read it before every meeting... Read more
Money in his bank
My first job out of university was working as a teller in a bank. I was singing a lot on... Read more
Yoked not burdened
Some years ago I developed this little habit when traveling alone: when boarding an airplane or a train, I would... Read more
Revealed with fire
Bedouins are an exceptionally hardy, hospitable people. I learned this in the Holy Land from my friend, Tony, a Catholic... Read more
The Blessed Poor
Jeremiah is homeless. He is a slight man and slanted to the right. Some days he has a pronounced limp... Read more
