I opened the news app on my phone to see the breaking news of yet another powerful leader who has been found guilty of sexual harassment in the workplace. I read the story and sighed with anger and sadness as I thought of the many...
Advent season is my favorite.I am usually in a daze of wonder for the whole of December. Star stricken by the Divine humanity. It is a well from which to draw all year long.The clearest memories I have of Christmas as a child are threefold. I...
We’ve been moving out of my parents’ house and into our new home over the last three weeks and we are so thrilled to have our own space. However, as every adult knows, moving is not for the faint of heart. Moving reveals the unsearchable...
One of my good friends has in her living room a very large jar of marbles which are noticeable to anyone who enters her house. I remember when she got them I couldn't help but ask, "Why the marbles?" To which she responded, "They each...
It’s the Wednesday pre-Thanksgiving and I am listening to Christmas music, baking bread, and feeding spiced apple cider to my big and the neighbor girls whom I adore. It’s easy, isn’t it, with the actual smell of Thanksgiving in the air, to clutch my mug...
Nearly ten years ago I walked into our house in Cheverly, Maryland for the first time, but it wasn't yet our house. We had been looking at the house next door when we ran into the next door neighbor who told us their house was...
I was at work last Thursday when I received the call from the school that every parent dreads: My eight-year-old daughter had been discovered with nits in her hair, on suspicion of lice. Actually, she was not alone. A bunch of children in the class had...
I️ feel a little bit brittle today. A little bruised from the news, a lot raw from Veterans Day, and broken hearted for a loved one. I️ find myself catching my breath, trying to keep all the pieces together while the spiderwebs cracks race through my...
Does Thanksgiving give anyone else "spiritual" anxiety? If I’m honest, reflecting on blessings is sometimes hard. Not because I have a shortage of things for which to be thankful, but because I’m never quite sure my heart is as thankful as it should be. Give two seconds' thought...
Until last Sunday, the attacks always happened somewhere else. The mass shootings. The random acts of violence. I watched news coverage and cried and prayed for those people, far away, who lost their lives. But last Sunday, the attack happened at First Baptist Church in Sutherland...