Sleeping with bread was the Archbishop of the Southern Cone’s idea, back in the days when we were on the Anglican frontier (2006) and our Episcopal bishop had told us there were many “Ways, Truths, and Lives” and that Jesus just happened…
It all started when I brought Psalm 139 to bed with a hot steaming mug of chamomile tea, mulling it over in my mouth, breathing in its earthy fragrance and then licking the honey resting at the bottom. I stopped…
It’s best to fight with what fits in our hands. A sling. Stones. For me it’s a pen. A camera. A computer. A voice. The giants have cast long shadows, over 27 million modern day slaves live in fear, wake up in…
A Monday morning of unpacking boxes and I was ready for a bowl of miniwheats and The Good Wife. Rain pattered heavy on the windows and I needed to catch my breath. Alicia, played by Juliana Marguiles and her mother played by…
It has tugged and pulled at me all day, that question Emily Wierenga was wrestling with: the why of writing. Why do I continue to push the Publish button and send out small earth-filled offerings. Why DO I write? …
At the same time that I am emptying boxes here in Sewickley, PA, attempting to build a home, on Saturday I helped to tear one down: Andrew’s Grandmother’s. I emptied drawers of tatting threads, carried shelves out to waiting vans and wandered…
Hi friends! Summer writing with three kids is hard. Summer writing living at someone else’s house is hard. Summer writing without knowing where you are landing is hard. And apparently, I need roots, a sense of place, and oh ya,a…
A few midsummer discoveries: 1. Brunch is the perfect hospitality meal with this amazing baked Blintz with blueberry sauce from Ina Garten, this quiche, caramelized bacon (Oh My Word!) and a whatever-you-have-on-hand fruit salad. The secret to why this functions so well for…
I so often shrink up small like the girl in the movie, A Room With A View. A prissy people-pleaser. Lucy Honeychurch’s passion and authority were palpable only when her fingers were touching the piano, only when she was pounding out great waves of Beethoven. Rev.…
So God has his working gloves on. Really, we both do, shovels in hand. We’re working around the dead shrubs planted in the front yard of my life… my people pleasing addiction. And friend, this baby has roots that go…