Medusa Has A Headache (Part Two): Engage the Hyacinth

At the end of April, I had the privilege of co-leading, with my dear friend Susan Forshey, the women’s retreat at my church, Bethany Presbyterian. The retreat was called “The Unforced Rhythms of Grace,” and we focused on living a contemplative life...

Tea and Toast

I wake up to tea. Every morning, I wake up to tea. I do not even have to make the tea. My beloved husband lets me sleep for a few extra blessed minutes while he makes the tea. And toast. He always makes toast, too. Unless, of course, we’re out of bread (which...

Wild Geese

Jack comes running into the house from the back yard. “Quick! Come see! Come see! Someone has to see this!” Jane and I drop the napkins we’re folding and follow him out of the house, Jane at a dead run, I at a brisk walk. When we get outside,...

Holy Week 2: Good Friday

It is Holy Week. It is Good Friday. That adjective, holy? That word, good? They’re not referring to me. I have been an unholy wretch this week. The house is a mess and I want it cleaned up. So I yell at my kids for the love of everything holy why can’t you...

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