The world is fluttering with fear just now; I feel it in my own heartbeat, in my own wobbly insides. There is constant news of COVID-19, of ...

What is enough? When will it be enough? I hang heavy towels to dry, comforted by the soughing of the wind in the Box Elders. A tiny pair o...

I've been thinking a lot about the Internet recently, particularly social media and smart phone use, and I know I'm not alone. Recen...

They asked me, is this time worse than another. I said, for whom? Wanted to show them something.   While I wrote on the chalkboard ...

Passion is that unquenchable thirst for that which is not yet.            -- Rev. Dr. Patricia L. Hunter I wrote last week of...

I am heartbroken this morning. I gasped for air in the night, nursing a baby whose heartiness and frailty balance as a paradox in my arms,...

         Every Advent, I feel two competing impulses, two competing tones. These competing tones are represented in my imagination by t...